So, I’m back from a whirlwind trip to Minneapolis, where I got a total of 17 hours of sleep over the course of 4 nights, drank copiously, had beer-flavored bratwurst at an indoor baseball game, saw Isaac Hayes (about whom I had earlier made a joke regarding how he was combining “Shaft” and Chef into his new superhero “Chefft"), and Rita Cosby gave me her cell phone number.  I made some cool new friends, caught up with some old ones and got screwed sans lubricant when Northwest conveniently “forgot” my seat reservations and stuck me in a middle seat going there and was going to do the same on the way back until I coughed up an extra $25 for an aisle.  We saw four bachelorette parties on Saturday night, and there was a women’s golf tournament going on with many of the participants staying in our hotel, so it was lots of fun to dispatch a friend to drunkenly hit on one of them… especially when he came back within 45 seconds with the news that she was gay.  There were inside jokes involving a Genie-Lift and ‘Fro-toes.  It’d be pretty hard to convince you I was there for work, even though I basically mainlined caffeine to get me through the day, then downed a crapload of vodka to slow me down and put me to sleep.

However, I did have actual work to do, and part of that was a request from my parents.  They knew I was flying into the Northwest terminal in the Minneapolis airport, which is where Larry Craig was caught deploying his “wide stance,” so they wanted a picture of the bathroom where it happened.  Needless to say, airport personnel have been quite open about their disdain towards being asked about which bathroom it is and how they’re trying to discourage people from searching it out.  So I snapped a shot of the first men’s room we hit after we got off the plane.  Ladies & gents, I present to you the Senator Larry Craig Memorial Men’s Room… maybe.