Nothing Says Christmas Like a Lighted Dinosaur Display

Tonight I ventured out into a neighborhood of South Minneapolis that is notorious for it's unplowed sidewalks and curb-cuts. It's like the residents of this cutesy, old-school enclave just don't care. And it's a shame, for a myriad of awesome bars and restaurants reside in this part of town. But sometimes when you're jonesing for "The Chatterbox Pub" burger with parmesan curry sauce, bacon, and Swiss, you just gotta have it. A McDonald's burger won't cut it.

It was dark, windy, and about 17 degrees as my man and I mosied down the sidewalk. All was kosher until we got in front of a corner general store; nothing was plowed and I started to pull left, left, more left, until the snow sucked my chair into it's bosom, much like an asteroid falling into a Black Hole. I was doomed. Thankfully, my boy got behind me and pushed me onward through the solidified water. Success! I was free once more, but only to get caught once more, this time in the dirty slush that was clogging the curb-cut. Oh joy. "Was I being spurred away from my burger-happiness by Good himself?!" I whined in my head, careful not to verbalize anything for fear of being labeled a whine-o queen.

But as I've learned with most things in life since becoming disabled, just try to be patient and eventually things will turn your way. And they did. Before I knew it I was in the citchey pub, enveloped in the sounds of vintage U2 as I sipped down a divinely warm French Onion soup. Dinner was everything and then some. And on the way home? Yes, on the way home. We came across a lighted dinosaur display with a Triceratops, a Brontosaurus, and some winged beast, all perched on the lawn of which was surely an Atheist's. And even though I'm not an Atheist, this put a smile on my face, even though....*sigh*....I was stuck in the snow once more; only 5 feet from my van.

At least the burger in my belly was keeping me warm.