Today started off civilized and historic, and ended with a minor car crash and some major delusion.
I spent the morning with my buddy Dale at a private club he’s been part of for over 52 years. That’s right, he’s been a member longer than some trees have been alive. The building itself has been around since 1942, so between Dale and the structure, I was basically hanging out with living history. We took a tour, saw old photos, and I’m pretty sure I smelled cigar smoke from the 1950s still trapped in the walls.
Next, I visited St. Paul’s Cathedral in Minnesota. It was beautiful, serene, and very grand, but let’s be honest, it’s no St. Louis Cathedral. That one set the bar so high, St. Paul might need a holy ladder.
Then things took a turn literally.
On my way to the Minnehaha Falls, a woman pulled out of a Walgreens parking lot, slid into the left lane, and then decided the right lane (where I was driving) looked cozy too. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. She hit me. Instead of peaceful waterfall photos, I got police lights, paperwork, and a crash course in Minnesota traffic laws.
She insisted that “everyone else let her through.” Lady, I wasn’t “everyone else."p I was in the right lane, minding my own business, not handing out traffic passes from Walgreens. Pretty sure there’s no law requiring me to yield to someone barreling out of a pharmacy lot like it’s Mario Kart.
The cop listened to both of us. She said her piece, I said mine. It didn’t help her case that after the crash, I was ahead of her, which really raises the question: how exactly did I hit her from the front and end up in front of her? Magic? Teleportation? A wormhole?
Anyway, that car’s going back to the rental company tomorrow — thankfully it wasn’t my own ride, which is already recovering from a previous deer rendezvous. I'm starting to think cars just aren’t that into me.
To wrap up the day, Dale and I met up at Mystic Lake Casino, had dinner, and I tried my luck at roulette. I was up, then down, then sideways, kind of like the stock market and ended the night just $15 down. Honestly, after the parking lot tango earlier, that felt like a win.
Tomorrow’s plan: swap out the rental car and drive to Cincinnati. Fingers crossed that city doesn’t come with bonus bumper damage.
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