Christmas 2019

Christmas this year has been fun and had things worthwhile to tell.

My mom is a nurse, so it’s very common that we don’t do the ‘big family’ Christmas in the 25th. It’s made my parents very cool about it, so they tell me brothers, “go do your family thing and see the in-laws, and we’ll just all meet here sometime separately.”

It’s pretty cool.

Often that mean I just hang out with my dad while my mom works.

Today he had work to do, and I always have things to do, so I just met him at his office at the airport. I haven’t seen ‘behind the scenes’ at the airport for 15 years, so I went on a really cool tour.

Around 1:30 we left for lunch. We went to a Chinese place recommended by a newspaper article about places for lunch on Christmas Day. The line was out the door! After about 5 minutes, we decided to leave.

When we pulled out, there was a flyer under the windshield wipers. My dad turned on the wipers, and when it flew away, we noticed it was actually a dollar bill.

“Should we get it?”

“It’s free money.”

So we turned around, and picked it up. As we drove past the corner of 14th and 4th to leave, the person who was putting bills on cars just threw a wad of money into the air.

I got out and just started picking up money with the two other guys who were there.

We then drove off through Dinkytown. All the Chinese places looked too commercial and cheap, but then we found one called Legendary Spice. It was amazing!

Awesome fried rice with entree Tony’s Chicken

It’s been a great Christmas so far. Merry Christmas everyone!

Fairtastic Fun

Many of you might wonder, why do I go to the Fair so much? Do I really like crowds that much?

Well, honestly? YES! But that’s not all.

I mean, sure it’s convenient. It’s close enough to run there, so I don’t have to deal with drama of parking. But convenience isn’t everything. Not enough to bring someone there three times each year (I only eat a lot one time… give or take….).

But I love the Fair because it lets be myself. Normally to run as much as I do, people would freak out. But at the Fair, it’s big enough (or crazy enough) that they don’t even care. Anything goes at the Fair. Heck, I’m surprised I wear regular pants when I go.

Or it’s big enough that I can get enough distance from them before they can realize that they’re freaking out. It’s kind of the same from my perception. If you want to change anything on the world, communicate. I’ll resist a tirade.

But it lets me do whatever I want. Even in groups, people can do whatever they want. For instance, during my first jaunt this year, I was on a Meetup group that wanted to sit and talk. The whole time. So I just took off with someone who came from NYC just to check out the Fair. He’s MN friends weren’t around, so he joined the Meetup group.

Today was with my group. My group is awesome a prefect! Everyone goes off on side adventures, and while it might take 10 minutes here or there, everyone regroups and continued the journey together – I couldn’t’ve asked for a better group!

But getting back to how the Fair is awesome:

The Fair has live music everywhere, and always a dance floor…. well, at least a little area between the front seat and the stage….

During the day, sure, I “got the dance out of my system,” something I have to do when there’s a great atmosphere, live music, and time. I was at Dino’s work my group and danced a couple of quick dances, but they barely counted. It was install asks because the band just started again (crowd wasn’t warm yet), and I just wanted to impress my group.

But as I was leaving, there was a band playing Duran Duran. So naturally, I entered. I danced my way in, everyone smiling at my ridiculous dance-walk, as I surveyed the room. And then I saw her – the woman I HAD to dance with, and three woman I knew would say yes.

She was obviously a bride to be, celebrating with her sister at the Fair. Now if anyone sees me out and about at random dance floors, which none of you do because you don’t go out, you would know I always dance with the bride to be. While this prenuptial princess liked the idea of dancing, usually if they don’t, there’s helpful peer pressure from the wedding party to dance, plus I always quietly tell them I’m good at leading, and that she’ll impress her friends…. at least I will. Instead of stick around to talk to the lovely ladies, I just exit as quick as I enter. It’s a girl’s night out. I’m not going to mess.

But what I do, in theory, is I create stories. I create memories. Not for me, but for the bride to be. A lady’s bachelorette party may not be as crazy as some guys’, but I think everyone should have stories to tell, so if there was nothing besides that nice day, and provably that cake or champagne at a restaurant, they’ll be able to recall that time when she was dancing at her bachelorette party.

Small? Yes. Unlikely? Maybe. But it’s the details that make life fun.

State Fair 2017: Day 1

Tonight I went to my first day at the Fair in 2017. For many of you who don’t know, I usually go to the Fair three times each year.

I went there with an event hosted by Tam in the Fun In Or Around Uptown group. From all angles, they did the Fair very different that I do. Many of you know that I’m a doer, and I experience as much as I can in whatever time I have.

But in the group, I met lots of people. They were all content to be pretty relaxed. One person I met, Joey, was from New York City. He and I spent most of our time chatting. Believe it or not, being a New Yorker, or a traveler (whichever it is), he didn’t want to sit, chill, and relax, so he and I went on our own quest to find different foods.

Leading up to the event, even though it wasn’t my event, I posted the MSP Magazine list of new foods. It was an awesome article that had concise reviews of the new foods. So we hunted for a few of them while the group “hung out.”

It was interesting to hear some of his stories. For instance, when he was in high school, he made a program that made a mouse click at a random algorithm.

Now, in NYC, the stage is really competitive, so the only ways you can get on stage is by either selling 20 tickets, paying money, our filing a room. He said to impress a girl, his brother started doing standup.

His algorithm eventually made thousands of Myspace friends. By sending then all a similar message, he said he as able to fill three rooms of people with Myspace people just to watch his brother.

The story continued. He told me about how they started traveling to do shows on the East coast and just staying for free with different fans.

He told me that one house in Connecticut was a “vampire family,” where the members slept in coffins. He, his brother, and his brother’s girlfriend took turns being in guard  at night because they were so creeped out.

He said eventually, Myspace changed to disallow many accounts like his account, and that he “took down Myspace (meaning made them close, obviously a fun extrapolation).”

We had conversations about NYC and life, and it was generally a fun time.

Joey is in town for just the weekend because he wanted to go to the Fair. He said his Minnesota friends he was planning to visit had to change last minute, so he came here for the Fair solo, found an event in Meetup, the standard “meet people while traveling” app, I guess.

It was a fun night, and hopefully we’ll go out in Uptown tomorrow.

Joey said he just got his passport, so who knows where adventures will lead?

We took this in front of New York New York…. You know, because he was from New York….

Rare Post from Summer 2017

It has been incredibly busy lately, but since I decided to not work tonight or not zone out in front of the TV, I thought I’d tell you all about what’s up.

First of all, to my neighbors, I’m sorry. I am going to cut my grass for the second time this weekend. I will cut it every weekend. Previously I cut it every 8 days, figuring I would have to mow the lawn 14% less each summer. It’s a theory that works when you are able to get home before 9:30 most nights.

For my clients, I am working my tail off. For those who I haven’t finished, I will get everything to a point of “near finished” with just a couple questions. This will be a weekend of work. As in, not even outside or at a lake. That’s for half of y clients. The other half, I’ll email you and remind you of what you need to send me (in most cases, it is “everything”).

As the last paragraph may indicate, my tale has not been worked off from tax returns. While I did things here and there, the month of May was consumed mostly by MinnesotaNow. MinnesotaNow is a new nonprofit that was formed somewhere during tax season.

It’s an awesome thing Minnesota needed, and greatness needs to start somewhere, so why not?

 

Traveling Styles

I usually travel solo. I do what I want when I want.

I’m planning a cruise with a friend in January. She’s a very detail-oriented planner. That’s fine. But I’m learning I have a very different traveling style from her, and it’s likely different from most people.

She sent me her flight plans and asked me what flight I was taking.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I might catch a flight from MSP to Miami, but I might hop through Atlanta or Detroit, depending on how it looks at the time.”

Obviously my friend was kind of stressed by this. My traveling style of completely easy going and skewed by non-rev flying.

I went through the list of flights. Detroit was not even an option. The direct flights were pretty full, so it looks like I’ll be going through Atlanta.

Some people probably don’t understand how someone can plan a trip and not know on which flights they’re flying.

For me, it’s the only way to travel.

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Winning Randomly

I love smiles.

I love being random.

I went for a run, and during my cool down, there were a couple young ladies, about my age, taking groceries out of their car across the street.

I overheard one of them say, “Put your hands on your hips.” I have no idea about what they were talking.

So, naturally, without even looking at them, I sang, “You put your hand upon your hip,
when I dip you dip we dip.”

I heard them ask “What?” obviously confused because that’s just not expected.

I just explained that it’s a song from the 90’s…..

They were just giggling and laughing because they thought it was just hilarious and silly.

From experience, I can be randomly silly or even be randomly nice, but if I’m with someone or if others are observing, they won’t laugh. You need to have a mature demeanor, be cool, and not expect or even want to talk to them. Otherwise it’d be creepy.

By creating smiles that wouldn’t be there otherwise, I believe I’m putting positivity in the world that otherwise wouldn’t be there.

Device Drama for the Year (Why I Love Verizon)

Device DramaAnyone who knows me knows that my phone selection is usually a carefully made decision based on CNET reviews, other reviews, going to the store, and hours of diligence online. Of course, anyone who really knows me knows that my selection is based on two things-price and size.

This strategy has usually done me adequately in the past. I mean, sure, I wound up with a Windows Phone once, but I quickly paid my $35 restocking fee and returned it. Generally, I haven’t gone wrong.

Enter the Motorola Droid Mini. It was a fine device, generally, for the first 5 months. But when the battery would give me the 15% warning after breakfast with some moderate use, I knew it was time for a change. Combine that with the fact that the device had limited options for customization and control, I was dissatisfied and generally didn’t like me phone. I know, it’s an Android, so I could’ve downloaded an app to do anything I wanted, but who has the time or patience?

Plus, the camera was terrible, and I wanted an awesome camera for my up and coming European tour. But this phone was purchased 100% for business purposes, I assure you.

I decided to get the Samsung Galaxy S7. It’s bigger. It’s not too big for my pocket, though. It’s camera received unmatched support in all the reviews, and it’s battery is the best on the market.

I ordered it at at my local Verizon store, which I’ll call the “Verizon Corporate Store”. They were all out of the device at the store, so being the cool cat that I am, I just said, “No problem. I’m in not hurry, so you can just ship it to my house.” So they did.

Shortly after I ordered it (literally 10 minutes later), I saw the same Verizon phone for sale in Target. The price was the same (Verizon now sells their phones in monthly installments, so it was also $28 per month). Well, the same price except for the fact that buying it at Target would get me a $100 Target gift card. Awesome! Following my Target run, I went back to the Verizon store and cancelled my order. If you didn’t know, the Verizon store is literally across the non-major street (for my local fans, I’m talking the Midway Target).

I cancelled my order, and they completely understood. Well, the shipping process already started in my half hour at Target, so they just told me to refuse the package. I was never able to do so, because the phone returned in mid-shipment.

Fast forward two weeks to April 30. This was the last day of the Target promo. I went to Verizon, and they verified nothing was on my account regarding the phone I never received.

Silver & GoldI went to Target. The phone comes in gold and black. After explaining that all my accessories are silver, the Target Mobile associate understood completely why I couldn’t have silver and gold together. It’s like wearing black and brown! Ladies understand (yes, there are probably exceptions to the rule, but I don’t understand them, so I avoid it all together). Guys are thinking, “Huh?”

The black models were in a different Target store. They had some in the new Target Highland store. “Cool,” I thought. I was meaning to check out thatTarget Express anyways, so I there.

Target has limited capabilities in the Verizon system as it’s a multi-platform system (Verizon, Sprint, and T-Mobile, etc.). They weren’t able to pay off the $180 that was left Droid Mini. No problem, there is a Verizon store on Ford Parkway. It’s just a small store with less experienced associates. No problem. I easily could have paid off my device there and freed up my account.

It turns out that my payment wasn’t $180. It was $730!
The payment plan for the phone I never received was on my account! Ridiculous! There was nothing the associate could do. So I called Verizon support from the store’s phone. I talked to a help desk person and quickly escalated it to the Manager level for phone support (anyone who’s called any support lines knows that if you want to get off of the script and solve problems, you need to get a manager. Seriously, if the first level person can solve my problem, I should have been able to solve it myself).

The manager, Anna, finally set all the gears in motion and cleared up my account. She moved the upgrade date forward to today, so there was no payment needed to buy out my phone.

I went back to the Target Express. They tried it on their system, and it still didn’t work.

So I went back to the Verizon Corporate Store to ask them more questions. I’m pretty sure all of the associates at that store know me by now, because I actually did some due diligence on this phone before selecting it. Also, I checked in with them a couple times in the last week or so, waiting for the phone I never received to by returned. I still have to get back the $72 sales tax I paid on the device, but that can be done later.

I finally talked to a guy there who helped me out. He called the corporate line (at the smaller store, the associate just called support and handed the phone to me). He quickly explained the situation with the returned phone. He knew exactly what to do and asked for and received an override. “Override” was exactly what I wanted to hear. Nothing says “Solutions” more that “disregarding corporate controls.” So my balance on the phone I never received was gone.

The balance on the Droid Mini was gone. My account was free and clear.

I went to the close, bigger Target store, the one that only had the gold phones, just to see if they could upgrade before I drove to the Highland store.

It worked!

So I went to the Highland store where they finally were able to set me up right.

“What a waste of time!” you’re probably thinking. It’s true, it was. Especially for only $100, right? Let’s review what my day’s activities got me:
100      Target gift card
180 +   Balance on old device I didn’t have to pay for
75   +   A free wireless charger I’ll eventually use (wasn’t offered at big Target)
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355 = Total gain I received because I bought a new phone

Point is, I love my new phone, and I saved money.

That’s the story as to why I mostly love Verizon. I’ve been a Verizon customer since 2004. They’re pretty awesome.

The Story When I Saved a Lady & Brought Justice to the Situation

Tonight there were two big tough guys pushing around a lady in downtown Minneapolis. She wasn’t pushing back. It was angry and getting worse, and like a fool, I decided to rescue the woman.

Tonight was a great night. I hosted an event at the Alibi, a bar in Minneapolis I’ve been scouting for a while. I met a woman I’ve been talking to some January. She was pretty cool, and we got along well. I met another woman who likes me, too. I was on. We were dancing and talking, and just having a good time.

Knowing that I am Mr. Subtle, and I was quite subtle with them both, which they were both really liking it. But I know I can’t maintain that for more than a couple hours. Until you know him, Justin in small doses is best for everyone!

I left Alibi. When I was nearing my ramp, I decided to write an email. I forgot to close my tab. So I emailed them asking them to close it and to tip everyone (I had my card). As I was emailing, two guys and a woman were walking down 7th Street.

The two guys were pushing around the woman. I put my phone away, walked over to them and said, “Sarah, there you are. We’re late for our reservations!” I grabbed her arm to coaxed her to come. Site couldn’t get free, though.

The bigger of the guys, who we’ll call Biggy because he was a big, fat, angry guy, asked me who I was. I said a friend. We’ll call the medium-but-bigger-than-me guy “Middy.”

Now I’m not dumb. I was staying out of Biggy’s reach, and Middy wasn’t the angry one. And I’m very good at steering attention in a conversation, in this case, away from me. And I assume I can outrun a big fat guy, because everyone knows fat people are slow and honestly just don’t want to run…. it’s a lot of work!

Biggy kept urging me to fight him or whatever specific phrase he used. He wanted me to step out (go backwards) and fight him.

I almost did. Ha. Just kidding. Biggy’s right arm probably weighted as much as my right leg. I kept telling him, “No thank you. Keep coming this week way.”

90% of the time, there’s a Minneapolis police officer in the parking ramp. My plan was to bring him to the situation…..

Tonight was a 10% night. Crap ….

Luckily Biggy went back to the other two. I was too far away, so his attention was gone. I kept an eye on the trio. Perhaps they all knew each other. I don’t know.

Finally I saw what I was looking for – a police SUV. I ran up to then and told them there’s two big guys pushing a small woman about a half a block ahead. When they couldn’t see then, I just beckoned for them to follow me.

I’m glad they did. Their SUV was creeping down the street. The time the cop SUV was close enough to see the trio was right before Biggy had a fully wound-up punch that sent Middy on the ground, crumpled in a doorway.

The cops were there now. I just glared at Biggy as to say “Ha!” One cop was trying to keep me out of it.

“I’m just sbystander,” I said. “I did my job.”

The lady was comforting Middy, who was coherent.

Her eyes were saying, “Thank you.”

I reached out and grabbed her hand and said, “You’re welcome.”

“My name is Kelly. Thank you.”

Who knows where things would have gone if I was passive like I’m supposed to be. I love being me, making a difference.

At Alibi
At Alibi

Still Not a Fan of Dicks

Tonight I hosted an event. The event was to go to a theater production, but I said, “Join me for Green Mill before the event.”

I had two people who did so.

The first one was named M. She was a young lady who worked in a nursing home. I didn’t want to date her, per se, but like most nice people, I wanted to know her better.

The second one was named Dick. Now, this is not the same Dick as in the post I Don’t Like Dicks from almost a year ago, but all Dicks are pretty similar.

meguyInstead of joining in the conversation, he pretty much just talked about himself. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate these guys, just trying to get in the good with the girl. Immediately, he sat next to her, and there was physical contact. Because he was ‘joking around’ (‘playing her’).

Unfortunately for me, I can’t stand these people because I really respect women. But it goes on. He kept on talking and talking about himself. Well, M studied abroad, and Dick wasn’t really saying anything relevant, so I asked M more about her job. Nothing big – just cliche Minnesota-nice subjects. Non-threatening.

So when M was telling me about her job, Dick interrupted laughing boisterously. Obviously, M & I stopped our conversation to see what was so funny, and Dick said, “On the way over here, I was thinking about a hilarious story that happened 2 years ago.”

It was a story about when he was doing valet in Saint Paul, dropped keys in a storm drain, and had to ask the neighbors for help. A lady gave him a coat hanger, which he “MacGyvered” (meaning bent) to get the keys.

“Okay. Cool. Decent Story,” thought I.

I asked M more about her international experience, as she studied abroad.

She quickly said it was in Scotland, and she didn’t have much of a chance to go elsewhere. I honestly wanted to hear about Scotland, but she asked, “What about you guys, have you traveled anywhere internationally?”

Naturally, I told her about my upcoming cruise in the Med and my trip last August to Paris, and listed my other European Trips.

At this point, Dick said to me, “You know, man, I’ve seen you around, and I thought you were cool, but you’re not…” He then proceeded to leave.

All I did was shift the focus away from him. Just like the last story about a Dick, he couldn’t handle someone interrupting his game. Instead of taking a shot of hot sauce, he just left.

Unfortunately, since it was only the three of us, the only way I could diffuse Dick is by shifting the focus to M or myself. This made M uncomfortable, and she left soon thereafter.

She missed a really good show.
She thought I was there to meet ladies, and I assure you I was not. Usually, there are more people one which to diffuse the spotlight. But she was uncomfortable after Dick left in a super pissed off mood.

I simply can’t stand Dicks because they are not respectful to anyone else in the conversation and only talk about themselves. Perhaps he had no international experience, but rather than saying, “I travel all over the US, but no where international,” he just left like a guy who couldn’t roll with it.

I will stand by my actions. It’s unfortunate that M felt uncomfortable, but it meant not letting Dick be a Dick, and to me that’s more important. I don’t like that Dicks try to play the ladies.

I’m not smooth like Dicks, but I am genuine, and I know how to treat people and do more than talk about myself. Dicks seem to get upset whenever I ask the lady about herself. This was exactly the same as the last time I wrote about a Dick.

I can spot a Dick from a mile away. Apparently ladies can’t.I feel like it’s my job to diffuse and call it the fact that he’s acting like, well, a Dick.

How You Can Improve Your Winter Driving

People are very unsafe drivers in the winter. I’m here to tell you how you can improve your winter driving.

First of all, we can all agree, the problem is those stupid kids. Or those stupid guys. Or silly gals. Basically, everyone except me. And you if you’re not ever in winter accidents or end up in the ditch.

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I’m going to tell you about how I drive in the winter, at least when it’s wintery out.

Focus

The very most important thing I do is focus. When the weather or roads aren’t perfect or the road, I always focus on driving. My Google Maps is set to drive everywhere before I leave.
My music is off.
I’m gripping the wheel solidly.

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You might saw that I’m a little intense.

I drive very safely.

Consrvative

It’s very simple:
When the road looks wet, I just assume it’s icy. I drive incredibly slow.

One time, I knew I could stop in my little car, so I drove “normally”. Someone else was following me. I went to stop at the stop sign; they couldn’t stop or slow down, and they rear-ended me.

That was over ten years ago.

When I drive, I maintain absolute control:

  • I assume that I won’t be able to stop in an emergency; this means I give a lot of space between my car and the person in front of me
  • I assume that I won’t be able to go if I need; this means I don’t assume I’m going to be able to move out of anyone’s way quickly and therefore don’t get into a situation where I need to “blast” to safety, a strategy that is useful in the summer when you have a little car
  • I assume no one else will be able to stop; this is very vital to staying safe. Today was icy, and if you were watching me drive, you’d notice I don’t look at the stop sign when I’m stopping. It’s like watching your feet when you dance – it’s going to be where it is. When you’re dancing, at least if a gentleman, you’re looking out for other people. By assuming no one else can stop, it makes me very slow at a stop sign, since I wait until the other person comes to a complete stop before I go. Driving how young, stupid people drive, or many people, really, they don’t stop until they are almost at the stop sign. Even in nice weather, I apply the brakes early.

Basically, I drive like an old man in the winter.

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