minneapolis is large and flat. i've never ridden my bike so far in a straight, flat line. last night i met gabe at a party, on 36th and oakland. i must have ridden 5 miles in a perfectly straight line, down portland ave. it's like flying. i made record time.
at the party i was telling some people that they should move to portland, and some girl started trying to convince me that it's better here and it really annoyed me. i guess i'm very loyal. she claimed that all the girls in portland shave and think you're weird if you don't. which doesn't make sense because there are way more crusty bike punks and hippies in portland, which would increase the unshaved population, if that's what you're looking for. it's kind of a strange way to judge cities. but i don't think she'd ever been to portland anyway...
gabe and i went shopping in uptown yesterday. he got a pirate belt, a typewriter and a book about indie rock in the 80s. i got a really pretty skirt, which also happens to be the perfect biking skirt. it looks kind of flamenco-y. we went to jade's work, galoony's on hennepin, and she gave us food. then we went bike shopping and she found a really pretty old bike, kind of like mine. we went to gabes house and sat on his "porch"-- the roof over the entryway. it's kind of precarious. there's a big tree by it, and he tied a rope to it and tied knots in the rope so you can swing down from the roof. there's also a bunny pirate flag that might get stolen back in the turf wars of gabe and his friends...
i only got 3 hours of sleep because there were tons of loud people when i went to sleep at 2, and then gabe kept wandering around the room doing noisy things at 5 am, and i had to get up at 6 for a doctor's appointment. i'm tired...