Last night I met up with Aaron in downtown Minneapolis after he got off work. The plan was to go around town during Oktoberfest and sample beers with his co-workers. Even though I don't drink beer, I thought it would be fun to go, just to get out of the apartment, as I was having a bad day. We meet up, go to a friend's house to pick them up, and then realize that we cannot get into the bar we were supposed to meet Aaron's co-workers at. There was no parking within a 5 block radius. So we said, "Screw that," and went and made our OWN Oktoberfest with German beers, some Apfelkorn (kinda like Schnapps), and some ciders for me. And boy did we have a good time. We ended up spending the night on an air mattress at their place because both of us had drank too much. We made it home the next morning a little worse for wear, Aaron being in more pain than myself. And people wonder why I don't drink that much?
So after we lounged around the house and slept off our headaches and tummy aches, we left for a late lunch of Chinese food, and then off to the Humane Shelter in Golden Valley to look at kitties. This is kind of our new thing; every couple of weekends, we go down to the shelter and look at kitties, to see if any strike our fancy. We do this even though we know that we can't have a kitty until after I have had a job for a couple of months to save up some money, but we do it all the same. This weekend's kitties weren't as good as the last time we were there, but one stood out in particular. I don't know what his name was, but he only had three legs and was very lovable.
Then we bought a week's worth of groceries for dinners, lunches, and snacks because we were running low on food.
After groceries were put away, we went to take out the garbage, which is back behind another set of apartments, and near the garage that we had rented for the duration of our lease. Last week, when we got the garage, I had gone over to make sure the key worked, opened it, and had trouble getting the door to latch again, so I left it down, but unlocked. There was nothing in it, however, so that wasn't a big deal. Today, I wanted to see if Aaron could get it to latch, and to show him where it was, since he hadn't seen it yet, and we had his car's winter tires in the back of my car, and were going to put them in the garage. We get over to the garage door, and it is not only latched, but locked. Weird. Maybe the maintenance guy closed it? I couldn't get the key to work, and gave them to Aaron, who got the garage unlocked. We opened the door, and there were two bicycles in the very back against the wall. Neither of us own a bicycle (Aaron's not allowed to ride one for safety reasons, anyway), and they weren't there when I opened the garage last week. What's going on? Unfortunately, it is the weekend, and the ladies from the rental office won't be in until Monday.
So, I have to check in with them about that, because we're not paying $35 a month for someone else to have keys to our garage. It's a good thing that we never put anything in there!
*Moment of the Day*
Playing with a three-legged cat, who every time he turned around to rub on me, he almost fell over, due to his lack of a hind leg. So cute.
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