Obama Says Marriage Law Should Be Repealed

The email I just sent:
We were supposed to get together with some friends tonight at Park Street Patio to see SWAGG and celebrate one friend’s birthday. We were turned away at the door because we both happened to be wearing denim cargo shorts. Your dress code isn’t listed anywhere on your website, nor is it listed on your MySpace page, nor is it listed on your Facebook page. Might I suggest adding it to them so that you don’t have people leaving angry and spreading some pretty negative feedback for your bar?

Seriously. In COLUMBUS, OHIO, there’s a PATIO BAR with a dress code. I could understand it if it was at some club with a big-name band and dancing and food and such, but a fuckin’ patio bar with local bands?? No. A $5 cover, and you expect to be able to dictate what I wear? Fuck that noise.

When Leon got home last night, he handed me a plastic grocery bag. Inside were four packages of Mrs. Olsen’s Potato Lefse. The first thought that went through my head was, “Potato lefse. As if there’s, oh, turnip lefse, carrot lefse, beef lefse…” Lefse is a potato flatbread. Think Norwegian tortilla. It’s made with a special rolling pin, special griddle, and is one of the strongest food-related memories I have in my whole life. My father’s side of the family eats it with butter and brown sugar. It’s always at every family gathering. And I have four big packages of it. I’m in heaven.

Or, if you prefer, Jeg er inne Himmelen.

I’m sure my cousins from that side (Rich and Gary) will know whereof I speak. Hell, my mom and Mimi will probably understand, too. This is one of the things I miss most in my holiday celebrations. And the shittiest part of it? I could find lefse in Oakland, California, but I can’t find it in Columbus, Ohio. Seriously. There are more Scandinavians here than in Oakland, yet there’s no lefse here. There’s a serious dearth of lefse. I’m lefse-less.

Well, not for now. I’ve got 23 more pieces in the fridge downstairs. Happy me.

Thus endeth the Rose Nylund moment.