Taste of Minnesota

Last night, Hubbard, Devo, Demon and I decided to go to the Taste of Minnesota, for food, fun and freaks. As usual, a large Minnesota food gathering did not disappoint and a glorious time was had by all. If you missed out, you should have come. (not to self: hang out with Hubbard more. She's bringing something to the BBQ) A brief recap...

Highlights!

• The 3.7 mile walk to get there because we were misled by a pimply-faced security guard.
• The dude with more back hair than an orangutan who was wearing a Harley Davidson tank top. AKA the Definition of Class.
• The guy walking out of Ramsey County Detox at 8:05.
• The girl with the largest butt ever. It kept moving when she stopped!
• Watching Chubby Checker (of 'The Twist' fame!) perform live.
• Watching old people dance to Chubby Checker (of 'The Twist' fame!).
• Paying $13.25 for a bucket of warm cookies. Money well spent folks.
• Creating a MTV 'MADE: I want to be the guy who lights the fireworks' show. I'm in contact with MTV as we speak.
• Making fun of Devo's weightlifting stalker.

Quotes!

• 'Is that a train?'
• 'Why are there no stairs up there?'
• 'I wrote SB in my journal because his back was looking small today. I need to use shorthand to keep up.'
• 'He holds the firework in his fake arm and blows it up as a party trick.'
• 'Hi, I'm your MADE Coach Jacque!'
• 'Whoa! Look at that one!'
• 'You mean it's only 3 tickets for a deep-fried pickle on a stick?'

My Personal Highlight

When Chubby Checker was performing, me started singing the Mouseketeer song. Then, he made a lame joke about why he hated it when they did the M-O-U-S-E part. I'll pick it up there.

Chubby Checker: And you know why that was the worst part of the show?

Crowd: (stunned silence and nervous glances)

Chubby Checker: Because then the news was on next!

Crowd: (looks as if Chubby just pooted into the microphone)

Chubby Checker: (laughs maniacally)

Brent: (apparently pretty loudly, what with the stunned silence) That must be a joke from the '50's. Apparently, they didn't have humor in those days.

Old Grey Haired Dude: (turns around and shoots daggers of death with his eyes at me)

Brent: (laughs maniacally)