Parking in downtown Minneapolis is not the best way to find out your license plate tags have expired — though I was a bit awed to get a ticket (!) on my windshield the same day I'd helped settle an argument at work over when you have to replace them. I talk about license plate tags maybe one day each year.

This was after a night out with the coworkers; I guess we've switched from a bimonthly to a biweekly schedule. And we are definitely those guys, the ones who gripe about work at the bar. It's like we're lawyers or something! Although I think I have the least to gripe about.

As usual, I found it very difficult to get from my parking spot a few blocks away to Brit's Pub without getting lost. On the way back I kinda just wandered around, clicking the "unlock" button on my key fob so the car headlights would turn on.

Oh, and crazy paranoid dreams last night. That doesn't usually happen. It actually took me a few minutes to shake off all the excess paranoia when I woke up.