This weekend, I went to Des Moines, Iowa. It was a long drive, with our only stop being to assist in some alcohol transport for friends. Though long, the drive was relatively uneventful.
The weekend's festivities began by staking claim to a place at the hotel bar, which became a perfect viewing post for all ranges of personality. We were lucky enough to be sharing the beautiful, quaint hotel, with 2 wedding parties, an Autism convention, and Harley-Davidson race-goers.
As the weekend went on, we dutifully attended the hockey games we were in town to watch. No news there. Aside from a paramedic, in a questionably joking tone, threatening to beat Erik up for the jersey off his back.
En route back to the hotel, after a full day of touring Des Moines (including a farmers market, complete with 4 live banjo bands), my car's dashboard lit up and screamed. Nearly instantaneously steam billowed from under the hood, and we were stuck spending the next 3 hours waiting for a man named Mike driving a tow truck. When he came to save us, he regaled us with his stories of picking up travelers who were guilty of "driving while mexican" and other assorted tales. Finally we got a cab back to the hotel from the gas station on the corner of nowhere, and re-saat ourselves at the hotel bar.
We had made it back just in time to watch the weddings heat up. One of the 2 grooms (the 12 year old one...) spent most of the night buying rounds of shots at the bar and screaming incoherent things while running around without shoes. Drunk dialing bridesmaids made their rounds in and out of the revolving doors with mascara running down their faces, shoes in one hand and cell phone in the other. An old man in a cowboy hat came up to Erik to ask if anyone ever asks if he plays basketball, and then suggesting that he respond by asking if they play mini golf? Some man sitting at the bar, after seeing on my ID that I was from Minneapolis, joyfully started a conversation about the cities. When I told him I was stranded without a running car, he said, with alarming ferocity, GOD DAMN, WHY CANT YOU JUST WALK THERE. He tried to save himself by telling me he wasn't trying to be rude, and then glared at me. He spent the rest of the night pacing around the lower level of the lobby and shooting me dirty looks. I'm still unsure of how I offended him... And old-man-mini-golf walked by repeatedly pretending to take things off our table and laughing at himself.
Finally, after realizing my car was not going to be fixed in time to return home for class/work/meetings/etc my mom graciously offered to subject herself to a night in Des Moines to wait patiently for the car...... outcome tba at a later date.