Another weekend snuck up on me unexpectedly. That’s good, I guess: it’s a sign that time is flying, and time flying must mean I’m having fun. Possible causal fallacy aside, I really am enjoying the summer.

On Monday I had lunch with Mutak, who happens to work for my arch-nemesis, Guidant. He was telling me about his participation in an informal roller hockey club, with which I am interested in getting involved. We went to Kahn’s Mongolian Barbeque in Roseville, which is basically a “build-your-own stir-fry” place.

Thursday found me at an event for Twin Cities interns. A group rented Roller Garden for several hours, during which, hundreds of interns from various Twin Cities-area companies roller-skated and roller-bladed. Everybody I talked to was cool and upbeat, making the experience quite enjoyable.

On Friday night, I did something out of character: I went to a party. One of the Medtronic interns hosted a party at his apartment. I’d say it went well. The place was packed with people, there was a live DJ spinning records, and there was no shortage of libations (though I chose not to imbibe). The location was perfect, offering a view from the 25th floor of the Marquette Place apartments in downtown Minneapolis. It was kool. That’s right, kool with a ‘k’.