  Saturday: We left for the cities around 2:30 or something like that. We went to my aunt Jean and uncle Don's house because we haven't seen them for a while. That was an experience and a half. But I guess I need to cherish these precious moments. They have a stupid and annoying poodle named Crombie that is 15 days older than me. And apparently they're moving to some appartment complex?? Why on earth would they do that? They have lived in the same house, that smells the same, and looks the same for my whole life. Why change it just because they are old? Haha, world revolving around myself. So, after that rendezvous, we went to Applebee's. I ate sooo much, I wanted to hurl. And I met this really nice waitress from Germany. She reminded me a lot of Christina from Denmark.
Anyway, we went back to the land of the Dalrymple, and played with stupid drooly animals. Dad attempted to fix the sad sad thing that is Jean's computer while we had a roaring conversation with Don. He's begun the process of losing many a marble. So yeah, that was that. And then we drove for a while and located our hotel. Once my sisters had thouroughly bounced the mattresses until they contained no more bounce, we went down the street in the drizzle to see some works of fire.
There was actually a spectacular show from the "Taste of Minnesota" thing. The music was perfectly corresponding with the fireworks, and we had a great view from a parking ramp. Apres cette, we returned to the hotel and watched the best show on television .
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MONK! haha, okay, I like it a lot. We ordered food and what not also. And then there was night the first day. 
