So chique, Odieman, Tripler and I were getting together in Minot, ND for a weekend. (Yes, I’m still here, and Trip’s sitting next to me.)
Chique couldn’t make it. Odie and I hung out Saturday, checking out the Dakota Square Mall bookstores.
Here are a few of the lessons learned.
[li]North Dakota is really boring. Imagine every winter episode of Little House on the Prairie and you have North Dakota.[/li]
[li]Tripler is really hard to get a hold of. He is, however, findable via the Minot phone book. We learned that he does go home eventually. The sheer look of terror on Trip’s face when he saw Odie in his driveway was worth the price of admission alone.[/li]
[li]Odie is funnier in person than he is online.[/li]
[li]Amtrak drugs their coffee, because I slept the entire time. (Trip recommends beer or other alcohol to help with sleep if you don’t plan to drink Amtrak coffee)[/li]
[li]It does NOT take a fancy restaurant to f*ck up a turkey sandwich. I will not name names, for fear of exposing the Reader to a libel suit.[/li][/ul]
Minot is a one-horse town where the horse died.
Tripler pops in with a “HOWDY! All’s well in NoDak, so long as you don’t burn anything down that I have to clean up . . .”
This weekend, for the most part, has been a LOT of fun, though, and I can heartily recommend the Super 8 in Minot.