Freedom means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some of us it means we can say anything we want about our government, apply to any kind of job, practice any form of religion, and love any kind of person.
This weekend - freedom in northeast minneapolis meant something different. If you weren't out to celebrate April Freedom 07 you missed out! Don't worry; there will be a Round 2 in May.
When you walk into a bar and everyone stares - and nobody knows your name- it gets kind of weird kind of fast. When you are with the only group of women - and the dj yells out "This ones for all the fine ladies!" it gets even weirder...faster. Definitely need to give a shout to the rad bouncer with the giant belt buckle...and the leather vest. He handled business when some crazy stormed out the front door with her cell yelling "911 muther fucker"
I'd put pictures from our NoF (Night of Freedom) up - but they're illegal in too many states. Let me tell you - the Deuce Deuce (22nd ave) made the night; even if Tylee puked in his mouth. 20-year old body, 60-year old face. I'm shuddering.
My one complaint is that we ended the night at Whitey's w/ some sliders. Of course it was really great when we saw some dudes from the Deuce Deuce and got to call them out; it went something like this: "Hey, weren't you guys just at the Deuce?"
"No..."
"Really, because we were and we saw you there."
"Oh, yeah. Hi. What are you up to?"
Ahhhhh....FREEDOM
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FREEDOM.
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