Frisbee Forever

Blake and his Occupier-mate Justin came to visit to go to Mayday. Unfortunately the rain we had this weekend caused flooding which postponed the festival to next week. 

Scott made us pancakes for breakfast. 

Scott convinced Blake to put barley malt syrup on his pancakes. Blake did not like it. 

Scott tried it too. 

I also found it to be not so good on pancakes.

After we ate we drank tea and had good conversation.

 
The actual reason we have barley malt syrup is for kaiser rolls. They proofed overnight in the fridge so they lost their shape.


After breakfast Brooke quickly did the dishes.


 Blake, Justin and Brooke decided they wanted to go Frisbee golfing. I begrudgingly joined them and then had fun.


 On the way we got lost and couldn't find the bridge over the highway.



Scott had never played frisbee golf before. I played a lot in high school, up until I moved here.

Everybody but me were old pros.



For some reason Justin leaned this large branch on the tree.



We were told the tee for the 9th hole was behind the rock at the end of the trail on your left.

And it was there.
It was also behind two giant piles of sand.



Right around the final hole Blake found some burdock and later a bunch of garlic mustard. 

Then we decided to bike to Bad Waitress for lunch.

Foraging will make you hungry.

 On our way back through Golden Valley Blake and Justin decided to brave the flooded trail. We took a different approach.


We took a quick break at Cedar Lake.


Justin and Brooke were pooped by the time we go to the Waitress.

Scott made us take the scenic route.  


In the six years that Brooke has lived in Minneapolis we've ate at Bad Waitress more than any other restaurant. Somehow we never took Blake there. He ordered the famed Robert Palmer.


We got a chocolate malt.

They messed up my order and made a quesadilla instead of a burrito. The waitress was nice enough to give us the 'dilla.

Though this is Brooke's photo, this is probably what I stared at while waiting for my food.

Yay, grilled cheeese!

It's the only place I still order grilled cheese from. C'mon it has 3 layers of bread!


Brooke thought we should walk to downtown.

I was too full to start biking right away. 

 I dropped my bike while taking this one.

It was probably karma for me bad mouthing the occupiers at Peavey Plaza.

Justin and Brooke were wusses and stopped instead of biking through a yellow light.

Hey it was red when Blake crossed. There are a lot of bad drivers out there. I didn't feel like getting run over by someone late for the Twins game.
When we got home we did a lot of this. 

We ended the night watching the movie Super. We had seen the previews and thought this movie would be really funny. It had it's fair share of laughs, but it was also very disturbing. I had to cover my eyes half the time. I do NOT recommend it. 

What a horrible movie. What a fun day!

Comments

Blake Romenesko said…
Brooke, you also get the grilled cheese at Hell's Kitchen
Amanda said…
The facial expressions and the stances in this blog post were hilarious. I especially like the one of Scott on his tip-toes about to throw the Frisbee.

I can’t believe how much you guys bike. It reminds me of the time that Jeff and I came and you walked us to the Guthrie building and you said, “Oh it’s not far” and we were SO wiped by the end.

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