Life having settled back into some semblance of routine and normalcy, I’ve finally managed to get around to some important and oft-neglected tasks. No ordinary tasks these, they’re the type that are intimidating to begin with and only get more so the longer you delay. Things like reading a three-month-old and growing stack of New York Times magazines, rectifying my embarrassing ignorance of most things Guided By Voices by finally wading into the band’s massive (official) discography and, most relevant to this post, finally updating this blog with some of the growing backlog of things I have to write about.
Jumping in with both feet, I will attempt to tell the tale of my (and Tania’s) summer vacation. Long before becoming an Ohioan, Tania lived up north in the Twin Cities. And for as long as I’ve known her, I’ve heard about how great Minneapolis is (also: the Minnesota State Fair). So, this year it was time to put those claims to the test. We made plans for a road trip, with the added benefit of being able to stop and see lots of friends of mine from college. (Hi Adam, Kjerstin, Pat, Kate, Marty, Anna, and HBC!)
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