We are in the final countdown hours — my flight leaves at 11:30 tomorrow morning, and I’m sure that I won’t shut up about it all day (and night, because let’s be honest, I’m not sleeping).
The universe, however, does not seem to want me to enjoy my time in Minnesota. A few days ago I got a cold from the petri dish that is my apartment (fingers crossed that I’m better by tomorrow). It has been raining nonstop for the past two days making the subway unbearable (fingers crossed that it stops by tomorrow). Today I bleached my hair and during the process I birthed some red rash on my face and fingers (rashy fingers crossed that it’s gone by tomorrow.)
All bad omens aside, I will irrefutably be at the Norma Jean show Friday night at THE GARAGE for Alistair Hennessy and Pierre. The rest of my week will potentially be just me eating, because you never realize how amazing Minnesota food is until you leave Minnesota. Did you know that cheese curds don’t exist out here? It’s FRIED CHEESE. Why would anyone deprive themselves of that? Also on the list of foods not found in Manhattan: Hard Times Cafe (obviously), Denny’s (that was genuinely shocking), tator tot hotdish (no hotdish period), poutine (because no cheese curds), Caribou Coffee (even though Korea has one), and literally thousands more.
As far as Thanksgiving goes, I’ll be reading A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn as a reminder of what Thanksgiving really is. But hey, maybe I’ll make people read this column and then I won’t have to tell every obscure member of my family “what I’ve been up to” for the past three months. And mashed potatoes are always dope.