To say that our family adventure to Minneapolis this weekend did not go as expected would be a colossal understatement. The premise was simple enough-head down for a Christmas shopping day on Saturday, go to the spa while the guys were at the Giants/Vikings game on Sunday, drive home Monday.
We get lots of storms on the prairies but “The Great Storm of 2010″ was so surprizing. When we arrived at about 8:30 on Friday night there was not a trace of snow. But on Saturday morning we couldn’t see across the little lake that we were staying on and the driveway was completely drifted in and we had to wait to be plowed out. As we kept our plans of heading to the Mall of America, we thought “we’re hardy folk-how bad can this be?” OMGoodness-visibility was ZERO and that was before the snow froze to our wiper blades and we could not see out the windshield. D had to skillfully maneuver around cars in the ditch and others parked underneath overpasses trying to clear their views.
We did a first lap of the Mall and when we rendezvoused at about 2 pm, we let the gang decide where they wanted to eat. I was a bit surpprized when with almost 40 choices, they picked the familiar- Tony Roma’s. I guess they could see how stressed out we were and they too wanted something “safe and familiar.”
So we settled in for “stacked” chicken, seafood fettuccine and ribs of course. The food was pleasant enough but the service was short-handed and distracted. Little did we know that the city was in chaos and the mall was making arrangements to get staff home safely by closing early. We’re reasonable people-we understood that we weren’t their priority.
We were all sitting around the same table, enjoying each other’s company and reflecting on our adventure thus far. We knew that our vehicles had been guided through the storm by angels-we were content.
Kath’s quote: “Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.”-M.F.K. Fisher
Laugh often, love deeply.