-Bizarre mixology. The chefs have decided to challenge me by giving me one ingredient from the kitchen for me to make a cocktail with. (I think they just want the free booze.)

DRINK ONE! Special Ingredient: Grapes.
Take five grapes, muddle with a bit of simple syrup. Fill shaker with ice, add a little Drambuie, fill with Citron. Shake and strain, top with champagne. Thank your lucky stars you read my blog.

DRINK TWO! Special Ingredient: Avocado.
There's not really much that you can do with an avocado and the limited kinds of liquor available at my restaurant. Slice the avocado, muddle with a touch of Tabasco, salt, and pepper. Squeeze in three slices of lime. Fill with vodka. Shake and strain, garnish with a lime. Serve with chips.

-The Gay 90s, aka Molli's Going-Away Party. Don't ask me about this.

-My next-door neighbor took up playing the trumpet in the afternoons. I have mixed feelings about this. I love the trumpet. I'm all for having another artist in the building. I'm glad that he plays in the afternoons, as opposed to mornings or evenings. However, he's not great. He's squeaky and sometimes frantic. One of my favorite sounds in the whole world is a muted trumpet, however, and he's been rocking that shit lately. I don't know. I just... I just don't know.

-"Charlie Wilson's War." See this movie.

-I got scolded for not voting in the primaries, further fueling my increasingly jaded attitude towards all things politics.

-Does It Offend You, Yeah? Awesome band. Ridiculously fun show. Attractive British band members. Yesterday was the second time I've been lucky enough to see them. I'd do it on the weekly if I could.

-Finding cheap-slash-free things to do in Minneapolis. This requires creative drinking, knowing the right people, and being willing to a) run, b) be cold, and c) have another idea ready.

-Purchasing tickets to a) Atmosphere at First Ave, b) Loudon Wainwright III at the Guthrie (I'm finding discounts and loopholes all over the place), c) Jack's Mannequin at the Varsity (yes, I am going, okay?), and d) Mason Jennings at the Orpheum. Only one of these things has happened so far, but I'm planning on attending all four of these concerts in the next three months.

-I've become horrible at long-distance communication. If your name is Marisa, Megan, or Tim, I severely owe you a phone call. It's coming. I promise.

-I'm officially over that trumpet. He just can't fucking hit that note.