Y's vacation is over.
And by vacation, I mean a consult month, a rotation with an 8-5, Monday through Friday schedule. He calls it vacation. The rest of us call it real life.
Today he switched to a more stressful rotation, but honestly, I think it's for the best for both of us.
For him, it means I will stop making him pose in front of walls. I didn't realize how obnoxious I must have been until I looked back through my pictures.
I will benefit from not having to listen to Y rap/sing anymore. Approximately 2 seconds after we moved to South Minneapolis, Y discovered that "South Minneapolis" and "West Philadelphia" have the same number of syllables. Cue the constant, Minneapolis-themed renditions of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song. Even Ike is over it.
Put a sock in it, plz.
Below, some pictures of our "vacation" adventures:
Amazing seats for our first Twins game, which was really more of a kettle corn scarfing fiasco. We finished an extra large bag of the stuff in about 20 minutes. I'm not sure what the deal is with kettle corn around here, but I'm not complaining.
"Spoonbridge and Cherry". From what I can tell, this : Minneapolis :: The Bean : Chicago.
Reading (currently reading State of Wonder by Ann Patchett) while Y fished. Unsuccesfully. But more on that later.
A stop on an 18 mile urban bike ride. We spent all 18 miles marveling at how Dutch the city felt...
...and then we remembered we had tickets to see the Rembrandt exhibit at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts (which happens to be the largest collection of Rembrandts in the United States). The day, needless to say, was sufficiently Dutch.