Jho's Place

Silly Pictures

Somehow I noticed that Trampled by Turtles were playing at Pizza Luce in Duluth and decided to send an e-mail to Ron about heading up their as a mini road trip. Of course Ron was game, and of course I forgot about my own plans. The Monday before the weekend we were to go up we had our monthly 3531 Lyndale Ave S. Association meeting, and during this meeting I decided it was time we all started doing something about all the building work we had been talking about for over a year. So, I got Matt, Amanda and Joe to commit to work on Saturday at 11AM. See, Saturday is when Ron and I were to go up to Duluth, so I had to explain to Ron that we could not leave until 3. The work day was amazing. It felt so good to have almost all the owners there and all of us doing something productive for the building. It finally felt like we were a little community. I was originally worried I would be too tired after working, but I was actually energized, so off Ron and I went to Duluth. It was a chatty drive up talking about my experiences with a converted apartment to a Condo, Ron just bought one himself, and Ron's plans to teach abroad in the next year. Upon arrival, we went straight to Pizza Luce and bought our tickets and sat down for dinner. I could have sat facing opposite of Ron, but then I would have been staring into two drab, double swing doors with two round windows too high to see into the dead shopping area behind them. So, Ron and I were the "gay" couple. That was fun. When we had bought the tickets we learned the show didn't actually start until 10PM and even then there were two openers. We were done eating by 8. I told Ron, "we should drive over to Superior and check out the gay bars." "Are there no gay bars in Duluth?" "Nope." Superior and Duluth are night and day cities. It's kind of like going to Detroit and then crossing under, because you go through a tunnel, to Windsor. I have never been to Windsor because I forgot my passport when I visited my friends there, but I could see it from the banks of Detroit. Such a pristine pretty looking city that sucked the life out of Detroit by those damn Canandians coming over for higher paying wages and then bringing the money back to Windsor! Now don't take me too seriously. It's drab in Superior, and I doubt people go from Duluth to Superior to work, yet I have had some real good times there. It was too early, and the bars are scarier sober, so we decided to head back to Duluth. Driving over the bridge back to 35 we wondered what all the blinking red towers were for and decided to find them. The adventure of finding the origin of the multiple red lights was worth it. We wound up and up and up until we found the dirt road that took us inbetween all the multiple towers. Ron stopped the car turned off the lights and let the car radio subtly stream "As Time Goes By" while we looked at the stars surrounded by quiet blinking lights. I said, "If we were dating we would be slow dancing right now." Instead we took silly pictures. And that's something I don't want to forget.

posted by makeisweet @ 7:31 PM