How to Spend a Saturday
Saturday morning, I went to the NY parkour jam. Spent two hours playing follow the leader around Heckscher playground and Bethesda Fountain. I don't suck at quadripedal movement, squatting, or pushups. I fell off the fence and landed on my arm trying to vault. I went from being anxious about walking on the fence to doing pistols on the posts to (creeping) backwards. YAAY! I couldn't really pillar jump in the area under the fountain, but with some practice, I could jump and cling from 5 tiles away. Given my general suckitudinity, I think Jesse was surprised to see me back up from a pushup to a handstand along a wall. He gave me the note on my qm down the stairs to use my core, not just my arms. Oh, and I was very surprised at how much we used rock climbing skillz - in clinging to the side of the stairs, I found myself using all the tricks I learned in Freedom of the Hills to make my pinch grips and crimps stick. This is even cooler than climbing! When we parted, JC from last week's parkour class asked, "Are you going to keep up your training?" Hells yeah! And now I know of cool nearby places to practice and play. YAAY!
I was so engrossed in the above, I didn't see Stick arrive. We went back to my place and [redacted]. best. morning. evuh. Then I showed him some Japanese rope stuff and ate soup and then we went to the Met. On the way there, we stopped at Vosges and zomg their "naga" is delicious. Everyone knows that curry makes everything tastier, even and especially dark chocolate.
The Superheroes exhibit was hilarious - academics writing about superheroes is even funnier than Thierry Mugler does Superman - but not worth visiting. Walking around Arms & Armor with my fave military history buff is awesome though, letmetellyou.
Sat night, I tossed on some old thing I had in the closet and went out. Next day, I discovered I'm so deterministic, I've worn the exact same thing to LPN 3 years in a row, completely by accident. *palm-slap-forehead* I'm so checking the spreadsheet next time. Succeeded in my primary mission and lost another tenth of a purity point, for something vanilla. *snorgle* doggie and I had dinner afterwards, which I'll write about in my food blog.
Sun morning, I arrived at my father's co-birthday brunch at the Boathouse only to discover my sister was wearing the exact same shirt we'd bought together at Petite Sophisticate, except mine was purple and hers was pink. Funny enough, as I did my makeup, I'd been thinking, "What would my sister wear?" and almost called her to ask if it was too low-cut for family brunch.
Bbro noticed the stamp on my wrist and demanded to know exactly what sort of club I'd been to the night before. d'oh! He made a snotty remark about how even he knows how to wash his hands - and then Lbro turned up with a handstamp as well. Later on, Lbro said something about how he'd spent half the night with my sister - apparently they go clubbing together - so all the Stine kids went out Sat night. I hope none of them were as naughty as I.
My sister, parents, and I went to the Frick for two hours. It's so much better than I remember and after going to Madrid, I appreciated the Spanish art so much more. There are so many famous paintings there that I've seen in textbooks! And if Thomas Crown ever gives me my choice, I know what I want: there's a picture of Emma Hamilton by George Romney that makes her charm and charisma palpable centuries later. Afterwards, I conned my parents into taking me to the Four Seasons for the best hotel tea evuh. YAAY!
I was so engrossed in the above, I didn't see Stick arrive. We went back to my place and [redacted]. best. morning. evuh. Then I showed him some Japanese rope stuff and ate soup and then we went to the Met. On the way there, we stopped at Vosges and zomg their "naga" is delicious. Everyone knows that curry makes everything tastier, even and especially dark chocolate.
The Superheroes exhibit was hilarious - academics writing about superheroes is even funnier than Thierry Mugler does Superman - but not worth visiting. Walking around Arms & Armor with my fave military history buff is awesome though, letmetellyou.
Sat night, I tossed on some old thing I had in the closet and went out. Next day, I discovered I'm so deterministic, I've worn the exact same thing to LPN 3 years in a row, completely by accident. *palm-slap-forehead* I'm so checking the spreadsheet next time. Succeeded in my primary mission and lost another tenth of a purity point, for something vanilla. *snorgle* doggie and I had dinner afterwards, which I'll write about in my food blog.
Sun morning, I arrived at my father's co-birthday brunch at the Boathouse only to discover my sister was wearing the exact same shirt we'd bought together at Petite Sophisticate, except mine was purple and hers was pink. Funny enough, as I did my makeup, I'd been thinking, "What would my sister wear?" and almost called her to ask if it was too low-cut for family brunch.
Bbro noticed the stamp on my wrist and demanded to know exactly what sort of club I'd been to the night before. d'oh! He made a snotty remark about how even he knows how to wash his hands - and then Lbro turned up with a handstamp as well. Later on, Lbro said something about how he'd spent half the night with my sister - apparently they go clubbing together - so all the Stine kids went out Sat night. I hope none of them were as naughty as I.
My sister, parents, and I went to the Frick for two hours. It's so much better than I remember and after going to Madrid, I appreciated the Spanish art so much more. There are so many famous paintings there that I've seen in textbooks! And if Thomas Crown ever gives me my choice, I know what I want: there's a picture of Emma Hamilton by George Romney that makes her charm and charisma palpable centuries later. Afterwards, I conned my parents into taking me to the Four Seasons for the best hotel tea evuh. YAAY!