my little corner of the world: ogres, ice hockey, & wieners

I attended an ice hockey game for the first time ever. Ice hockey is really popular around here, so I was glad to have the opportunity to see a game in real life. Adrienne, Jamila and I went to support our host-mom, Zoe, who plays for Macalester's team (they compete in the elite minnesotan-middle-aged-mom league). We made signs and did the three-person wave and shouted cheers derived from the music of Die Antwoord and Wiz Khalifa.

Zoe did a kick-ass job (should kick ass have a hyphen or no? discuss in the comments section below!). She was really good at battling for the puck during the puck-battles, leading her team to victory.

During the drive home Zoe instigated a drag-race. Fortunately her mad skills on the ice don't carry over to the streets. We won (WHATTUP MOM).

The next night we went to eat at a classic establishment in Minneapolis called The Wienery. From what I gather, it's like the bastard son of a winery and a hot-dog stand. I bet it has one foot in both worlds but, considered trashy by the wineries and uppity by hot-dog stands, is tragically accepted by neither. From what I saw it sure seemed like it had endured a tough but character-building childhood. Inside the wienery:

I ordered a picnic tofu-dog. Menus overwhelm me, so this decision was based more on the fact that I like picnics than on the fact that it involved sauerkraut and baked beans. It looked as janky as it sounded but tasted all kinds of delicious: