40 Comments:
Huh. I never even tried to fuck on Spoonbridge. I tried on that bridge that crosses over to Loring Park though.
(Operative word: "tried.")
»» Submitted by »»» rex at 12:17 AM on May 12
Outdoor sex was tougher when rex was here.
»» Submitted by »»» justpbob at 6:44 AM on May 13
The profundity of Ashbery's poem totally kills the mood, doesn't it Rex?
»» Submitted by »»» kurtis at 7:02 AM on May 13
Don't think that's happened. You're talking about millions of dollars worth of sculpture out there. You think the Walker just lets it sit unmonitored?
More likely that someone would try to steal it an sell it for scrap metal.
»» Submitted by The Rat at 7:04 AM on May 13
Well, I think the Spoonbridge makes a better sex contraption than a sculpture. (It couldn't be a much worse sculpture.)
That, or it could be the key ingredient in a really large cocktail!
People around the world see pictures of Minneapolis and think it's the home of kitschy art because of that thing,.
»» Submitted by The Rat at 7:56 AM on May 13
Speaking of public art, has anyone else tried to scale and dry-hump Mary Tyler Moore?
»» Submitted by grote at 8:55 AM on May 13
You know, the Spoonbridge has supposedly been the primo smooch spot in Minneapolis for all this time, but as long as I've lived here, I have never heard even one verifiable story of someone getting some action on or near the Spoonbridge. And I know a lot of perverts, too.
I'm about ready to write this whole thing off as an urban myth.
I challenge, out of the thousands of readers of MNSpeak, just one person to post a verifiable first-person account of The Time They Got Lucky On Or Near The Spoonbridge. Post it anonymously, if you must!
But I need to believe that this thing is a reality.
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 8:58 AM on May 13
Another thing The Rat and I can agree on, though we should be so lucky if outsiders were to develop an impression of Minneapolis based on anything but the weather.
But since we're stuck with this thing, we'll simply have to comission a work to top it -- maybe not the Mary Richards statue, but perhaps some sort of eigth-wonder terrestrial/orbital system of solar (re/de)flectors to moderate our seasonal temps. Sure, it's a little far-fetched, but don't we all kind of wish we'd had this long-time-coming May back in March?
»» Submitted by champs|rt53 at 9:00 AM on May 13
It's actually supposed to reach the 70s by this weekend. A veritable heat wave.
»» Submitted by The Rat at 9:04 AM on May 13
Isn't one of the keys to public lovin' NOT to be verifiable? Because that's when the cops review the tape and put your schwantz in a lineup?
»» Submitted by »»» richg at 9:17 AM on May 13
It's actually supposed to reach the 70s by this weekend. A veritable heat wave.
Global warming!
»» Submitted by heh at 9:24 AM on May 13
Whatever happened to parking the car on a dirt road and doin' it in the backseat? Old school.
»» Submitted by kevin at 9:37 AM on May 13
There are no dirt roads in Minneapolis.
You're thinking of Saint Paul. And that's way too far to drive when you're thinking of gettin' it on.
»» Submitted by »»» richg at 9:53 AM on May 13
There are no dirt roads in Minneapolis.
There are still dirt alleys in Minneapolis, though.
»» Submitted by »»» mnblrmkr at 9:55 AM on May 13
any old park will do for ol' wayno.
I think the last time I got busy outside was last summer in Matthews Park in Seward.
»» Submitted by wayno at 9:59 AM on May 13
Rich makes excellent points. Aside from verifiable first-person accounts, I will now happily accept plausible innuendo regarding a guy you used to work with.
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 9:59 AM on May 13
Rich makes excellent points. Aside from verifiable first-person accounts, I will now happily accept plausible innuendo regarding a guy you used to work with.
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 9:59 AM on May 13
Oops, I think that's called "double-posting."
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 10:01 AM on May 13
I think the last time I got busy outside was last summer in Matthews Park in Seward.
Eww. If I ever figure out where that is I will never go there.
»» Submitted by kevin at 10:09 AM on May 13
I've seen a couple making out to the point of dry-humping on one of the other sculpture park sculptures (the one with a platform hanging from chains), but not on the spoon.
The couple stopped when they heard me giggling and rustling around in the bushes.
»» Submitted by foof at 10:12 AM on May 13
20 years? Really?
Wow, I'm so old.
Yet so young and spritely .
»» Submitted by »»» Bixby at 11:27 AM on May 13
I think the last time I got busy outside was last summer in Matthews Park in Seward.
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.
»» Submitted by »»» Bixby at 11:45 AM on May 13
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.
Hey fat girl, are ya ticklish?
"Wow, I'm so old."
Anyone who graduated high school in a year beginning with a 2 has no business saying these words!
For that matter, anyone graduating from college in a year beginning with a 2 has no business saying they're old, unless they were old when they went to college.
»» Submitted by »»» kurtis at 11:52 AM on May 13
"I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom."
I'm assuming by "busy" you mean "nauseous."
»» Submitted by »»» kurtis at 11:53 AM on May 13
Kurtis, I graduated from college in 2000, so am I just sort of old?
My rubric is that unless you've played Pac-man in an arcade, roller-danced to "867-5309," and stayed up late to see "Mr. Bill" segments on SNL, you are not old. (None of these count if you did them to be ironic or retro).
»» Submitted by »»» kurtis at 11:55 AM on May 13
By Kurtis's standards, I'm almost old, but my husband is definetly old. HA!
»» Submitted by »»» kc! at 12:07 PM on May 13
yeah, yeah...
»» Submitted by not cjc for sure, 'cause he's working at 12:26 PM on May 13
Rich makes excellent points. Aside from verifiable first-person accounts, I will now happily accept plausible innuendo regarding a guy you used to work with.
What about grainy photos that look like it's possible there are two people doing something that approximates a sex act?
My rubric is that unless you've played Pac-man in an arcade, roller-danced to "867-5309," and stayed up late to see "Mr. Bill" segments on SNL, you are not old.
Wanna know old? I'll show you old!
I graduated from high school a few years before Pac-Man (or even "Asteroids") was even invented. ("Pong" was still cutting edge!) Tommy Tutone was probably in grade school at the time. And SNL was but a gleam in Lorne Michael's eye.
Late-night Saturday entertainment for me in those days consisted of Dave Moore's "Bedtime Nooz."
When I graduated they hadn't invented fire yet and the wheel was just a glimmer in my caveman dad's eye...
Hee!
Why, when I was a kid the protozoas were barely out of the primordial soup.
»» Submitted by »»» kurtis at 1:06 PM on May 13
When I was a kid we both feared and worshipped lightning, because it created the primitive protein strands that we called "us."
Ok. Ok. I get the hint.
Best "back in my day" line I ever heard came from our now-retired morning guy, Orly Knutson, who really did start his career before Elvis was popular.
"Back when I started in radio, we had to go door to door and sing the songs!"
Tommy Tutone was probably in grade school at the time.
Wow, this would be an outstanding television program pilot. The trials and tribulations of little Tommy Tutone, nee Heath, growing up in the Bay Area and facing the trials and tribulations of growing up in the tumult of the 1960s. It would be like "The Wonder Years" meets "Max Headroom."
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 2:08 PM on May 13
Rich makes excellent points. Aside from verifiable first-person accounts, I will now happily accept plausible innuendo regarding a guy you used to work with.
Won't happen.
The Walker has very good security, including cameras, sensors and microphones, in the Sculpture Garden. If any one so much as attempts to climb on any artwork after close, they will be warned away by hidden speakers. If they persist, they'll be arrested.
»» Submitted by »»» mjm at 2:35 PM on May 13
I KNEW IT! LIES! LIES!
Why do you lie to me so, Minneapolis? I believed this was a city where a man and a woman (or man and man, or woman and woman) with special feelings for each other could physically express those feelings, simply and purely, on top of a Swedish man's oversized Pop Art sculpture late at night. And I was wrong. I was mislead.
Sometimes I don't even know what city it is I live in.
»» Submitted by »»» andyst at 2:42 PM on May 13
Spoonbridge sex hotline: 867-5309
»» Submitted by bud jr at 9:48 AM on May 14
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