Minneapolis Part I

Little Sis and I were invited to a wedding in Minneapolis this summer. Big Sis' good friend from college was getting married and she wanted us to help her celebrate! Her friend had lived in New Jersey for a few years so we got to spend a lot of time with her when we visited Big Sis in NYC and on the holidays she spent with our family. We were extremely excited to see her and be involved in this day, so we quickly scooped up our Bf's, booked some awesome hotels, and jumped on a plane. Well, it wasn't quite that easy but that stuff isn't very interesting.

After checking into our first hotel, we freshened up and started to take what we thought was a short walk to the restaurant/bar Seven. We all arrived sweaty and tired to find we needed to climb another three flights of stairs in our short dresses and heels to the rooftop bar. Now, this could have gone one of two ways. Either we get to the top and are disappointed because this restaurant that doesn't have an elevator is a sh**hole or its amazing with amazing views and amazing drinks. Lucky for all of us, it was the latter of the two.

We were all happy, catching up with Big Sis and another friend from college and her hubby. Little Sis and I were looking forward to seeing how they've been since we met them in Mexico a few years ago. Of course they were extremely friendly, inquiring about our boyfriends, and we all instantly connected.

Bf asked for Stella - he got a can. This is when we knew we were in the Midwest.

Next up, dinner at Cosmos, a restaurant that Bf found when researching Minneapolis online. It turned out to be the perfect place for us that night. A modern decor, friendly servers, fancy drinks, and delicious food awaited us. We sat down at our table for seven and instantly started chatting about the exciting menu choices.

Our server came over, introduced himself as Mathew (with one T) and asked to take our drink order. As we went around the table placing orders, he would occasionally argue with our choices, shaking his head and telling us he will bring us something better for the same price. At this point we agreed that Mathew-with-one-T was the best waiter we ever had. We laughed all weekend about how his sarcasm, generosity, and perfect timing, pleased us all. It was a leisurely evening and we savored every minute together. Two tall glasses of champagne later...

No one was surprised to find out how cool the bathrooms were, least of all Little Sis. We all ended the night on a high note, excited for what the rest of the weekend would hold.