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Posted At: 3:09pm by Anna Joy
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(I posted this on my Facebook and decided to post it here, too.)
So I have a story.
My family up and decided to go to Minneapolis on Saturday (sorry, Andrea, I wish I would've known sooner and I would've called you). My brother needed to go to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to look at some medieval art for his history class. I wanted to go just because it's an art museum.  We talked my parents into going dropping us off and giving us two hours.
Little did we know that the place my brother wanted to be dropped off at was the wrong place. (Yeah, my little brother is kind of special that way.) He looked up the wrong directions and we ended up at a culinary school. Then, when the lady at the desk told him which direction to go to find the right place, he went the wrong way. Six blocks the wrong way. We stopped at the Westin to ask for directions. The guy said that it'd be 20 blocks in the opposite direction. We walked back in the freezing cold weather and found Target Center where we wandered around for a while to warm up. I looked across the street and there was a coffee shop. :D
So we went into the coffee shop and I waited around for the Barista to get done smoking outside. I ordered a small cappuccino (first time I've ever ordered black coffee). As the barista was making it he told me that it would be the best cappuccino I'd ever had because it was made from the tears of angels as they wept. We started talking about where we're from and I told him Nebraska (I figured Nebraska's better than Alabama). He said he hated Nebraska with a passion because of the Grand Island flies in August. August 13th, to be specific. His car broke down so he got stuck on a bus across the state sitting next to some crazy guy telling him about how Genesis is actually a story about an alien she-God and the 13th planet orbiting our solar system which wreaks havoc on the earth once every ten years.
Just down the street was this Scientology center with about 200 protesters standing outside...and we went to talk to them. The lady we talked to had rainbow hair (which was awesome) and piercings (which was also awesome). She said she just hates the way scientology operates and wishes that they would stop some of their unethical business and personal practices. Can't blame 'em for trying.
Anyway. If you're going to have an adventure in downtown Minneapolis, make sure you stop in and say hi to my crazy Barista. He makes good cappuccino.
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I am listening to New Soul
Release Date: 05 February, 2008
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