In my need to both keep moving and keep my friends in a safe, tidy group – something I usually do by tapping into my inner sheep dog and nipping at their heels and whining – I’ll be part of a group going to the Mall of America on Saturday.
The Mall of America. The Megamall. Do you know about this place? Four point two million square feet (390,000 m²) of retail heaven and hell.
Minnesota was the first state with an indoor mall. Did you know that? What can I say but I’m sorry? In our defense, Southdale – the first of the four “dales” – was created primarily as a way to shop at several different and competing stores all under one roof in a climate-controlled environment. That’s the key to the mall – climate control. If you’ve ever been to Minnesota, you know just how important climate control is. If it’s not a hundred degrees above zero, it’s thirty degrees below, and what are we going to do with ourselves if we’re not buying fuzzy socks or little cinnamon rolls? Stay at home and do our dishes?! Not likely!
So, yes. Amy, Kathy, Erin, Lisa, Janice and I are going to Huge Dale on Saturday. A quick pop in to the Spring Street Bar and Grill for a Bloody Mary and some breakfast (one of their Bloodys is a delightful treat – two is a truth serum), we hop the bus to the light rail, and from there it’s smooth sailing on the light rail to the MOA.
The plan is to update our Fall wardrobes. In my case, I’m two weeks shy of having gone to yoga three times a week for a year now; and while I haven’t lost any weight that I know of, my body has definitely changed; and in celebration I’m going to buy myself two pairs of pants, three shirts, a fitted jacket, and a bag of little cinnamon rolls.
Hey, maybe that’s why I haven’t lost any weight…
Anyway, I’m looking forward to it: breakfast at the Spring, the public transport, the possible new pants, all in the company of friends. We started talking about it over a month ago, and now it’s almost here.
My inner sheep dog is already pawing at the door.