If it’s true that cats have nine lives, then there’s one Uptown feline who just used up 8.5 of them.  Friday after work, Lauren and I took a short bike ride down to the grocery store, and upon our return, we witnessed what we assumed were kitty’s last moments.  A stray cat took off running from our alley directly into traffic on 26th Street, three lanes wide.  After narrowly missing the first car, the cat leapt into the air, right into the front of a car driving 35mph in the middle lane.  I braced myself, anticipating guts and cat fur flying into the air, but by some miracle of God, that puss of steel merely bounced off the car and ran right through traffic, back into the alley, completely unscathed.  We both thought that cat was done for.
 
Last night, Lauren and I went to the Twins/Royals game.  The whole night was a great experience, unlike some Twins games we’ve been to recently.  We parked at the HCMC ramp and were walking to the Dome, when we were offered good seats for $10 total by a scalper desperate to give up and go home.  We walked in our gate, and our section was right there in front of us.  Lauren wanted to find the Famous Dave’s stand, and sure enough, there was one right by our section.  The crowd was very sparse, so we were able to sprawl across a couple rows and sit wherever we wanted.  In the middle innings we moved over to section 220, where I met Star Tribune Twins blogger Howard Sinker, who looked amazed to be recognized in public.  The Twins won easily, 7-2, while the White Sox lost both games of a doubleheader to Toronto as well as first baseman Paul Konerko to injury.  For us, it was like a win-win… win-win…. win-win-win-win situation Tuesday night!
 
The rest of the week is shaping up to be pretty low-key.  No plans tonight, tomorrow, or Friday night yet.  Saturday I try to pick up the pieces and DJ another wedding dance in St. Paul, this time in a cave.  I didn’t mention it before, but after supposedly having done a good job at Saturday’s dance in Maple Plain, we received a complaint the next day saying what a bad job I did.  Interesting, considering the couple shook my hand and thanked me for doing a great job that night.  They realized the next day that some of their 50 requested songs didn’t get played and decided they didn’t have as good of a time as originally thought.