I went to a volleyball game that was played on a sand court that was attached to a bowling alley. This was described to me as "deep Minnesota." It is a thing here.
The volleyball/bowling establishment had really good wings. Very juicy and big and cheap. I like that you can count on the Midwest for really good American food.
Also, there are rats all over me. And my pants have a huge hole right under my butt, so I have to buy new pants tomorrow. While wearing my current pants.
Don't worry; the rats are pets. (And I have dwarf hamsters, Pinky and the Brain, so this does not bother me.) Their little paws are really, really tickly though. One of them made out with my toothbrush, so now I have a new toothbrush. The other one ate part of my water bottle straw, but not a critical part.
They are back in their cage now, which is good, because if they're anything like my hamsters, there'd be poop everywhere tomorrow morning, and these guys can jump onto the couch, where I am sleeping.
That pretty much covers the last two days except that we also stopped by the Mall of America (because Matt is on a mission to find a fall coat) and a thrift shop (for the same purpose). Tomorrow we will go to another shop in further pursuit of said coat and pants that are not borderline obscene.