35W

As we drove south on 35W, which we discovered fairly late in the game that South was the opposite way from where we were trying to go, I realized how great my life had become. Jamin and Mary chatted in the back seat while Liz and I tried desperately to navigate the trecherous highways and byways of the Twin Cities. "Take 35W North...wait, why is there a W after the name?" I questioned the map, as if it would answer me back with a quippy response. "I have no idea," Liz answers back, hearing my mumble to myself. "This is just stupid. I have a feeling we are supposed to be going north, not south." I was stating the obvious.

The laminated map, picked up at McStop in Bloomington, was turning into our salvation. The lady at the venue had given us horrible directions, making it nearly impossible to find anything resembling a concert venue.

After two hours on 35W, we made it. The time was spent bonding over frustration, laughter, and McStop jokes.

How is my life this good!!?? I get paid to hang out with awesome people.

Who's in YOUR Funky Bunch?

A product of too much coffee, not enough sleep, 10 hours in a car, 3 lectures on the theory of sex, one lunch at BJ's, and 1 Relevant Podcast...the Funky Bunch is born:

The Funny Man: Steve Carell

The Thug: Mr. T

The Assistant Thug: Alec Baldwin

The Entertainer: Gob Bluth

The Whit: John Cusack

The Eccentric: Andy Warhol

The Socially Conscious Musician: Jon Foreman

The Rock-n-Roll: Kristin May of Vedera...not only is she a phenomenal singer, she rocks it harder than Axel rose on Crack

The Bank Roller (doubles as the Face AND reacher of things which are high): J.J. Reddick of the Magic

The Teen Heart Throb: Joey McIntyre