Friday night
One of my favorite groups, Best Friends Forever, caused me to dance with their sweet funk.

Dancing in Minnesota is very lonely. Like breath, water, food, and sleep, dancing gives life. How can people's bodies resist this beat?

Saturday it rained all day & all night
I made a perfect ginger garlic tofu noodle soup and vegan chocolate peanut butter cups. I enjoyed a romantic dinner for one, with salad, baguette, wine, and Getz/Gilberto. Strangely, I prepared this meal to share, but I had no plans with anyone.

Sunday was gorgeous
Again I made plans with ghosts. I wanted so bad to canoe! But instead I drew pictures.

I rode my bike furiously until I fell off into a perfect pushup, and skinned my knee beautifully. I tied a red bandana around it to soak up my blood.

Monday ("Labor Day," USA)
Above my head while riding I saw a crow pursue and destroy a flying beetle.

Monday night
Literally the only body on the dance floor, mine began to shake to the luscious melody-layers and rad beats of Haunted House. Soon others joined me and fed the frenzy.

Under the surprisingly potent effects of two Bell's Two-Hearted ales (for the price of one), I left the club to find the street wet with rain. As I rode home down lonely 24th Street, rain washed my face and helmet, and my digital tampon began playing Nirvana. My wet lips screamed along joyously to "Scentless Apprentice" and "In Bloom" as my legs pedaled with abandon into the night.