Puppet Tricks Did The Trick

I was still moping around because "40 Year Old" had left so unceremoniously. I was going through the motions at work. I needed to get my mind off of things.

A suggestion by Sue my coworker did the trick. We hopped in her car after work and headed to downtown Minneapolis and the Theater District. We parked the car in the ramp, and hustled over to the box office (still in our skirts and heels). We didn’t have tickets and all the shows were either sold out or selling out quickly.

As we crossed Hennepin and started towards the entrance, we passed a man standing outside the restaurant next to the theatre. He was cute with shoulder length brown curly hair. Hmmmm… I thought, (as we eyed each other) that’s strange how he’s just hanging out on the street watching people walk by… like he has no place to go anytime soon.

Sue and I pranced into the box office and nabbed 2 of the last will call tickets for… (giggles, snickers and blushing) the world-renowned performance of… (more giggles, snickers and blushing) "Puppetry of the Penis…the art of genital origami".

Sue and I pranced back across the street to Zeno’s and ordered ourselves Mango Martini’s (Mmmmm…). We sat at the window bar and watched people walk by. (I love people watching.) Then we switched our attention to the cute guy across the street, still standing next to the restaurant, still looking like he had no place to go, still watching people walk by. (Hmmmm…)

It was time for the show to start and we headed back to the theater. The curly-haired cutie had disappeared. (But would reappear shortly… well not too short!) The crowd was lively to say the least. There were approximately 10 men in the crowd compared to 100-120 women. (I wondered, ‘why so few men?")

I really didn’t know what to expect. (The title should have clued me off, but the obvious always has to hit me in the head.) I was naïve enough to think the show would be a little more ‘artful’ than it actually was, but nevertheless… I was fully full frontally entertained! My cheeks and jaw hurt by the end of the show, because I couldn’t stop laughing and because my jaw couldn't stop dropping.

Oh yeah, and the man on the street… well he just happened to be one of the stars of the show! (Mmmmm Hmmmm...)

That theater experience really did do the trick! (Good god!) I didn’t think about "40 Year Old" being gone the entire performance. All I could think about was… how (in the heck) did those two guys twist their junk into a hamburger patty and buns?

But, my bliss was short-lived. As we left the theater, I started thinking to myself. (When was the last time I was here?) Then I remembered… This was the theatre that I came to with "40 Year Old" on our second date. We had gone there for a comedy show last winter. That was the night of our first kiss. (Yes Marvan, I did wait until the second date to kiss him.)

Sue and I stepped to the curb and I looked up and down Hennepin Avenue. (Crap!) Then I thought about Nicollet Avenue. (Crap! Crap!) Then I thought about Uptown. (Crap! Crap! Crap!) I’ve been to nearly half the restaurants, pubs and cocktail bars in the downtown with "40 Year Old". Not to mention every place and any place fun near Calhoun Square. I was reminded of him everywhere in Minneapolis. (Crap!)

I had to shake this. I had to stop being so emotional. (Stop it Jane!) I couldn’t avoid these places, just because I had so many recent memories at them with him. (Suck it up Jane! Quit being a sentimental whiner!)

Then I remembered the nice part about living in the Twin Cities. When Minneapolis isn’t working for you (or you just need to get away from it for a while). You simply cross the Mississippi and hang out in St. Paul (just until the memories aren’t so fresh). Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. (I need to get that old fart off my mind.) That's what I'm going to do... I'm staying in St. Paul!

On a side note: I’m not sure if I would recommend the show. "Marvan", I know you wanted to know how it was. (Ha ha… you’re a Curious George!) Well, to be honest, I’m still a little traumatized by those ‘tastefully artful’ peckers twisting, spinning and flying around the stage (shaped like different critters). I’ll let you know if it was worth it… in a few days… when the shock wears off.