I am well aware that I haven’t written on my blog in nearly two weeks. I was as shocked as you were. I love this blog and my plan was to write every day, but then life got a bit busy there for a while and I wasn’t keeping up as planned. Regardless, here I am again.
And with that said, I am here again in a whole different country. I made the trip up to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada (how many names do they need to describe a place?). I am here through the weekend visiting my friend Adam who I met during my three semester screw up at the University of North Dakota. He was suite mates with my friend Mike (who I’ve known since middle school). We met the first week of school, but we didn’t start hanging out until the following month. He dropped his glasses and I accidentally stepped on them the first time we hung out. I guess you could say the rest was history.
Before I get to further Canadian escapades and the story of my way up north, I need to backtrack just a little to go over something very important…and I mean very important. I accomplished one of my 101 in 1001 goals by going to a zoo. THE Amanda (because she insists on me calling her that) and I went to the Minnesota Zoo in Apple Valley to attend a Hanson concert, but the animals were a free bonus.
There were some ridiculously adorable monkeys…
and a lovely tiger who need to cool down from the heat
It was hot out, to say the least. But it didn’t last long because the rain decided to show up. And boy did it ever! Amanda and I were stuck under an umbrella before the concert started.
After we sat down for the concert and it was still raining, we decided to purchase ponchos for a dollar each and use that in place of the umbrella. I could never rock out to Hanson while holding an umbrella, after all.
Once that was done, we then realized that we were in the wrong seats entirely. This was a perfect revelation because it moved us from the side of the stage to the center. Let me tell you, there is nothing better than having perfect eye contact space with the Hanson brothers. You can’t beat such a thing, you just can’t. I’ll prove it with some pictures.
Classic Zac picture
There are a lot more pictures than this. I’m thinking of having a “Pictures” tab on my blog that will include all of the concert photos, as well as photos from the trip itself. As for the concert, I was yet again in love with the Hanson brothers ability to blow me away at a live performance. The negative side of the concert was that the opening band, Rooney, didn’t get to play due to weather. Hanson only played a little over an hour due to the weather as well. But I think my favorite part of the concert, apart from the music and the musicians, naturally, was the rain. Amanda and I took off those ponchos when the show started and got drenched in rain throughout the concert. I’ve always been the person who would dance in the rain if I didn’t have something going on afterward, but I always had something going on. We didn’t care that night though. It was one of those feelings where it’s you and the rain (and your friend and Hanson). It felt liberating. But that was just the beginning of the rain changing my state of liberty.
I need to press on towards the Canada portion of this post. It all started last night when I left for the great north. It started to rain as I was leaving home and continued for nearly an hour. And it didn’t just rain. No, it was a downpour unlike anything I’ve ever driven in before. I couldn’t see a thing unless I got lucky with a car’s lights ahead of me or a glimpse at the lines of the road. Did I slow down? Of course not, I wanted to get out of there. As this was going on, tornado sirens also started to go off. Did I stop? Of course not, that would be silly.
I carried in with my hands gripping the wheel and eventually made it out of the storm just outside of Grand Forks. For you readers who don’t know what that means, Grand Forks is where my first college was, where I met said Canadian friend Adam. But when I got out of the storm, the most amazing thing happened. To my left was the sun peeking out from the clouds that had captured it for a while. To my right were two rainbows, bright as the sun waiting the greet me in a town I once wanted to call home but never really did. I can’t justify an explanation to how I felt pulling into Grand Forks. But I can tell you that the storm opened my eyes to something. What is this something, I don’t know quite yet, but it was momentous.
Now it is the next day and I am writing this post. I started it when Adam was still asleep, but he has since woken up and I think it is time to greet the day. With a shower behind me and a day of adventures ahead of me, I sign off knowing that it will be a great day.