A few thoughts.
You know, it seems everyone I meet in Minneapolis is in a coma.
I mean, does anyone have any fun here?
Oh, don't get me wrong, I see plenty of under 25-year-olds having a good time, but God forbid if you are post 25 and want more out of life than screaming kids and Khaki pleated trousers.
What I love about New York City is folks of all ages are hip, trendy and cool.