I've been immersed in the Asian American Theater Conference (woo-hoo...details to come) at the Guthrie Theater (OH. MY. GOD...details to come) in Minneapolis, so I haven't had much time to cavort about the Twin Cities. I will have an opportunity to wreak some havoc on Sunday, so I have whittled down my list of things I want to do to two necessary activities: (1) I want to touch the Mississippi River ("No, you don't," said Brandon's friend), and (2) I want to ride the indoor roller coaster at the Mall of America ("No, you don't," said the Minneapolis audience).
Have you all not already figured out that I have bizarre priorities that must be attended to?! I'm within walking distance to the Mississippi Fucking River! What the fuck?! I have to touch that shit! I have to! And that roller coaster is inside a mall! What the fuck?! I have to ride that shit! I have to!