I started this post with the idea of making a list of ten things that happened on my trip to Minneapolis/St. Paul where the number on the list was doubled as the number that starts off the sentence. Alas, I it turns out that can only think of seven things right now, the last of which starts with 15. So, my list looks a bit goofy rather than clever, and I am too tired to start over tonight. Sigh. Give me points for trying, at least… Please?
- One departure delay caused by a flight attendant who overslept. And admitted it.
- Two receptions attended with absurdly long lines at the bar. I’m going to blame this on too few bartenders, rather than enthusiasm for drinking amongst preservationists.
- Three incredibly adorable nephews* visited before the conference, including one who had his first birthday party while I was there.
- Four nights spent at the lovely St. Paul Hotel, which offered the quietest hotel room I may have ever slept in. This almost (but not quite) made up for the lack of coffee maker in the room.
- Five goals scored by the Minnesota Wild in their final (and victorious) pre-season game, which I attended.
- Six tries before successfully “casting” with a toy fly-fishing rod. (My nephew is five and cast flawlessly every time — except when he got the weight caught in a tree, that is. I made up for being inept at fly fishing by being the only person tall enough to extricate it.)
- Fifteen hours spent on walking tours in Minneapolis/St. Paul. Clearly, the best thing I ever did before the trip was buy incredibly comfy new shoes.
* To head off the questions about my three extra nephews, they’re my cousin’s sons. We were raised close enough to practically be siblings anyway, and it just sounds much nicer to go with aunt/uncle and niece/nephew, rather than first cousin once removed, or whatever the technical designation is for this part of the family.