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My sister was supposed to arrive by 8:30 on Friday, but due to some awful weather, she came in over an hour late. As you may have noticed, that gave me a little time to make a few changes to the site, the most noticeable of which is the new contact page. Yes, I've succumbed to the world of guestbooks, and I put up my ICQ number (12630761) and AOL IM nickname (Chloe138) for you fellow webaholics. Really, don't be shy about saying 'hi'- I'd love to chat with you. Anyways, back to my sister: she arrived around 9:30, practically shaking. The roads had completely iced up, and she had driven for over 50 of the 350 miles at 35 mph behind old grannies who insisted on braking the whole way, which is the last thing you want to do while driving in an ice storm. The first thing she said, through clenched teeth, when she reached my door was that she wanted a drink and a cigarette, neither of which, of course, I could provide immediately. The former wish was soon to be fulfilled, though- around quarter after 10 we went over to the queer folk house for a j-term QU soiree. I think it was probably the "gayest" party Laura had ever been to, which entertained me to no end, especially once I had a gin and tonic in me. One of the queer house inhabitants had invited someone who had brought along a whole slew of strange, bad-beer-drinking people from Duluth, which forced most QU members to take refuge on the kitchen floor. When I pointed out to Laura that a large contingent of theatre majors was in attendance as well, she replied "But aren't QU people and theatre people the same group? At Point (UW-Steven's Point), the 10% Society and the theatre majors are the same people..." Saturday, Laura and I went to Uptown in search of fun. We started off just by cruising the funky little shops surrounding the corner of Lake and Hennepin- though I'd been in them all before, Laura certainly hadn't, and artsy neighborhoods just don't exist in Steven's Point. Since we are both poor students with not much cash to drop in nifty stores, we soon tired of window shopping. We spent the rest of the afternoon nestled in a couch at Dunn Bros. drinking coffee, watching Shakespeare in Love, and eventually making our way to the Mud Pie restaurant for dinner. Once there, it seemed that we had inadvertantly interrupted "noisy child night". Instead of one of the usual cozy wood booths, we were stuck at a cramped table within full earshot of about 6 children. We also found ourselves just tucked away enough to be utterly ignored by the usually-attentive hippie-art-student waitstaff. Eventually, we were able to sufficiently stuff ourselves with vegan delights- middle-eastern avacado dip, organic coffee, bean burritos, and carob mousse with raspberry sauce- but not without thoroughly making fools of ourselves trying to get our server's attention. Not much else of interest happened on Laura's visit- after a few rented movies, to bed early, and bagels and a newspaper in the morning, Laura was on her way by 1:00 Sunday afternoon. It was for the better, though, that she left so early- she hit yet another storm on the way back to school. |
 Listening to: U2, The Joshua Tree "Everyday the dreamers die |