I’m cool. Waay cool. This blog was written in Minneapolis’s trendy uptown neighborhood, right in Spyhouse Coffee, at 9:30pm on a Saturday night.
Wanna be me?
Lolo had a Bat Mitzvah Party to go to on Bryant and Lake street. If you’re not familiar that’s almost in a neat neighborhood. Almost. The oldest drove us downtown, all of us except Mrs S who’s not into cruising around where ever it was that we were going to cruise. She’s especially against coffee shop hanging, my favorite pass time.
While I was taking the girl upstairs the boys got to watch a live showing of Cops as the local finest arrested a hooker and a drunk right before their eyes. You don’t get that kind of education in Agrestic Valley.
I certainly did in Stockton.
Then again, they’ve shut down four “Happy Ending Massage joints in town in the last few months. Maybe the suburbs are getting more interesting.
Then I pass Denny’s and see the parking lot packed with cars 24/7 and I’m assured that sings of culture were in fact, premature.
So, after dropping the dance queen in her not-so-high-heels and fancy party dress off at the party we had to find somewhere to go. Kids wanted to see what the big deal was about uptown and what fun stuff we could find to do there.
Since neither one is 21 there’s a very short answer to that. They didn’t want to do some early grocery shopping at Lund’s or get a new nettie pot and sinus rinse at CVS, things typical for my Saturday night. No, they’d rather go hang somewhere.
First stop, Fifth Element. That’s the hip-hop store where a last month I was mistaken for narc. It’s a lot less crowded when there isn’t an artist preforming. Matter of fact there was no one there. The boys shopped for about 45 minutes. Something I didn’t notice the last time that I was in there, it’s really a full service shop, what I thought were cleverly marketed t-shirts in many colors, stuffed behind the counter were in fact, cans of spray paint and paint pens.
Plus an assortment of nozzles for your spray cans.
I learned that they are THE SPOT for graffiti artists. Pardon my being unimpressed but again, I am from Stockton. There graffiti, of the wrong kind, could get you killed.
As the boys we’re looking around the shop, checking out the CD’s and t-shirts, lots of local MPLS Hip Hop, I was trying to figure out a way to leave. But I didn’t want to make them leave they wouldn’t like me anymore. So, I sauntered up to the nice girl with the dreads and facial tat at the counter, she asked “can I help you find something.” “you can dear, where’s the new Kenny Chesney album”
My own kids ushered me out of there as the lady was saying, “Who did you say again?”
Heh. You can’t take me anywhere really. I can find a way to embarrass you.
After that, trip to Spyglass coffee for some delicious lattes and hot chocolate, we got to talk about school, sports, and the boys sat and discussed Rap music for an hour.
Which gave me time to compose this. Which is why, I am-