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Saturday, 6 November 2010

Party. Hard.

Wednesday 3rd November 2010

During the day, I visited the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, a vast building covering all sorts, from China, to Africa, to the USA. I spent about 3 hours taking it all in, including a special section on Native Indians. Late afternoon I returned to the apartment, where Tara offered a number of options for the evening's entertainment. I said whatever she wanted to go do was fine with me, and I'd just tag along and take it all in. So that was set, first we were going to the Guthrie Theatre to see some of her friends who were putting on a production of 4 short pieces from George Bernard Shaw plays. We got there just in time, it was very relaxed and I didn't really know what to expect. It turned out to be very good, and of course it was all being done in English accents! I was pleasantly surprised that most of the accents were very accurate, in fact a couple of them I could have sworn were British had I not heard them speak afterwards in clearly American accents.

Following that we headed towards a bar called Cabooze to see a free entry show called The Most Interesting Show In The World. Again, I knew very little about it, and when we got there it was one in one out, and as it was freezing, we went to the bar next door whilst another friend of Tara went into the show to get some free beers for us (the two bars were connected). After a while we gave the main entry another go, and this time we got in. It was basically a cabaret show, and the first act we saw was a scantily dressed woman, singing, and forcing beer down the throat of a random guy picked from the audience. When I say forced the beer, he drank the beer with her foot in his mouth whilst she poured the beer down her thigh. You get the idea. Then Andrew W K came out and did some compering. The next act was a magician. It involved lots (six) of white doves appearing from random bits of mid air. Pretty impressive, but it reminded me slightly of Gob from Arrested Development. However, for his finale, he put all the doves into a cage, covered it, then 'WHOOOSH' out of nowhere a full scale colourful Red White Blue Green parrot appeared. That WAS impressive. By this time I was on my 3rd or 4th free beer (the whole night was sponsored by Dos XX, a Mexican beer company) and enjoying the crazy American atmosphere. Finally, to close the whole show, Andrew W K performed Party Hard live with his band (which I'm pretty sure I have on 7" somewhere). From then on it turned into my first real hazy night of drinking, which continued at a VFW (equivalent to a Working Men's Club, stands for Veterans of Foreign Wars), and then into a bar that was playing Blur as I walked past so I jumped around stupidly excited, and downed a Jameson whisky. This was all walking distance from the apartment, but God knows what time it was when we got back. I didn't surface until 12:30pm the next day. I still need to ask God how Tara made it to work for 9:30am...

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