The Very Weird Valentine's Day

(point of reference - Patrick and I celebrated Valentine's Day yesterday, so we could celebrate it as a family today)

It started with the car dealership. I'm trying to suss whether to put a few thousand into my car to fix it, or get a new one. And I got an email about an Audi event — so after dropping off Beatrix at Norwegian dance, I headed to the dealership. Where it was busy, but there was a full bar, because apparently drinking a glass of champagne before you test drive a car is a good idea. My dealership visit resulted in this tweet:
Have a sudden urge to feel invisible? Be a single woman heading into an Audi dealership on a busy afternoon.
Eventually (as in an hour later) they sent over the junior guy to talk to  a guy to talk to me — who guided me toward the Q3 because it was "cute." And to his credit, it was, and I like the car. But hey, no one even entered me in the prize drawing.

Then Scalia died. Enough said on the strangeness of that.

We had some heart-shaped pizza with Beatrix and headed out to see "June" at the Southern. I'm honestly mixed about the show; I liked the premise and the performances were fantastic. But some parts really didn't work for me — so you, Dear Reader, should see it and we can discuss it.

Then, we headed to the Tangiers, which is located in the old RSP space on 1st Ave N. It's next to the old Jeune Lune space, so as we walked past there and the wedding-of-the-night, it just did not seem right.

We walked into the restaurant. We had been there before for cocktails and apps, which was really fun and delicious, so we were looking forward to it. But last night the place was PACKED and crazy — a Chinese delegation in the front, a crazy singles-meet-and-greet in the back. Strange enough that as we stood there, wondering what on earth to do, another couple came over to say "Have you ever been here before? What the heck is going on? This is certainly not what we expected!" And THEN someone who Patrick had done Goruck with came over to say hi. Totally surreal.

So we left, and could not figure out where to go, and despaired that we were likely too old for basically all of Minneapolis (or so it seemed).

So we were heading home when we decided to grab a drink and something to eat at Public, in downtown Saint Paul, because they have a cozy lounge area. Where there was a band playing too, the kind of band that seemed as if they had just left their parents'  basements for the first time to play together. Seriously, the music was terrible. It was an incredibly surreal ending to a bizarre day.

So a few things learned:
-  I guess I am leaning toward fixing the car instead of buying a new one.
-  It's pretty much always worth it to see live theatre.
-  We really need a back-up list of restaurants and bars to go to.
-  My Craftapped membership is pretty cool (my beer was free at the Public. Here's a referral code, if you want to check it out for yourself: https://craftapped.com/?affiliates=117

ETA: And I forgot the part where we were driving back on 94 and the cop car came up behind ups and turned on his flashers, so we obediently pulled over behind another car on the side of the road trying to figure out what we had done — he came up to us laughing that we were so obedient because he had been turning on his flashers for the already stopped car!

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