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Lake Calhoun is desolate at lunch time on a Thursday when it is 40 degrees outside with a wind advisory.  And to think I paid $.75 to park... 

In retrospect, perhaps I put too much pressure on this particular location. Based on  accounts of others (one of which is an East-European  model), I expected Lake Calhoun to be full of hot men on spring break in need of a place to sleep.  I expected to be invited onto a party yacht and given a swimsuit, champagne, and half of an inheritance---if I played my cards right. Rule #28: Make every situation into a "Mad Men" scene.  At the very least, I wanted to be approached by a guy who faked an interest in Sage just to start a conversation with me. But this doesn't happen when it is 40 effing degrees outside and my hair is "windblown" (a.k.a. knotted by the wind). 
 
But...Sage and I are not quitters. Well, not yet anyway. We braved the cold for 45 mins as we walked along the lake path, scanning the area for hot guys and hot chocolate. Neither were to be found.

The highlight of our walk was when a family of four steered off of the path and onto the grass because of Sage. Not because of his behavior, but because they thought he was a hyena. Should I have felt bad as they struggled to push the stroller over the leaves and rocks?




    Next Stop:

    Sage and I will be walking over in the Mill District on Friday.

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