A Very Long Weekend
Sat was such a very New York sort of a day. Well, except that there wasn't a line at Sarabeth's: maybe everyone who knows about it was in the Hamptons? I hate how snarled the trains are on the weekends: we talked about going to the Bronx Zoo, which would've been exciting bc I haven't been there since I moved to the city, but yeah. Instead, we wandered the Central Park Zoo. I think this is the first time I've been there that I've looked at the map: didn't realize how small it is. I got to see the red panda and there were lots of pretty iridescent birds. In the tropical enclosure we encountered a reddish, four-footed animal with a small face, which we both guessed might be a tapir. Google told us we were teh wrong, but if someone had told me when my father first took me to the CP zoo that someday you'd be able to look that stuff up on a tricorder while walking around, I would've peed my pants with excitedment.
Me: They should tag the animals so you can know what they are.
My companion: Or have them wear little 'Hello My Name Is' tags.
Lady next to us: *snarf*
Dunno why my legs were so tired from walking around CP, given what I'd been doing two weeks earlier. Then we headed to TKTS, where we both wanted to see American Idiot. I never got into the album, but in person, with a "Broadway" sound, I liked the musical performance an awful lot; it reminded me a lot of Rent, except less comprehensible. I have this thing where I can't hear lyrics, which I thought was why I didn't get what was going on, but my companion, who could also see out of both eyes, was similarly bewildered. Reading Wiki the next day, it turns out the plot is nothing like what I saw. I don't get how they wrote the music to suit their story and ended up something less interesting than many jukebox musicals. ah well.
I know a lot of people have a lot of hard things to say about C0, but Sun's silks class made me appreciate him all the more, as I feel like his school gave me a very solid grounding in the basics. There were five students and three silks. While I appreciate the practice time compared to what I've been doing at NY Trapeze School, I felt unsafe: there was discussion of spotting or even having students spot other students. I didn't think the class was too widely dispersed in abilities - three were of similar ability, with an outlier on either end - but I felt like the newbie needed more instruction and I wasn't keen to try anything dangerous and new with the scant attention I received. The way the instructor explained things was so incomprehensible, I'd just stare at her until she stopped talking. However, as an opportunity to show off for the most bad ass person I know and to have a perfect moment watching my lover hang upside down while doing the same myself, it was fine.
I should've known how dangerous it is to tell someone married to a vegan that I'd be fine with a vegetarian restaurant. I really did want veggies and I deliberately stayed away from items that looked like regular Chinese food with protein substitutes, but the macrobiotic roots and veggies was a little hard core.
We celebrated Labor Day by going to the range. My very first shot was close to perfect! and then my second magazine, the paper was completely untouched. I liked my hostess' glock very much, but apparently I was flinching, so she a) tricked me into dry-firing and b) rented a big, heavy .22 revolver, which stopped the flinching. On the way back, we had a long conversation about the annoying gun laws in NYC and I commented that all I really want is to be able to go shoot hand guns with my friends every month or two. "You could just visit me." Indeed.
Me: They should tag the animals so you can know what they are.
My companion: Or have them wear little 'Hello My Name Is' tags.
Lady next to us: *snarf*
Dunno why my legs were so tired from walking around CP, given what I'd been doing two weeks earlier. Then we headed to TKTS, where we both wanted to see American Idiot. I never got into the album, but in person, with a "Broadway" sound, I liked the musical performance an awful lot; it reminded me a lot of Rent, except less comprehensible. I have this thing where I can't hear lyrics, which I thought was why I didn't get what was going on, but my companion, who could also see out of both eyes, was similarly bewildered. Reading Wiki the next day, it turns out the plot is nothing like what I saw. I don't get how they wrote the music to suit their story and ended up something less interesting than many jukebox musicals. ah well.
I know a lot of people have a lot of hard things to say about C0, but Sun's silks class made me appreciate him all the more, as I feel like his school gave me a very solid grounding in the basics. There were five students and three silks. While I appreciate the practice time compared to what I've been doing at NY Trapeze School, I felt unsafe: there was discussion of spotting or even having students spot other students. I didn't think the class was too widely dispersed in abilities - three were of similar ability, with an outlier on either end - but I felt like the newbie needed more instruction and I wasn't keen to try anything dangerous and new with the scant attention I received. The way the instructor explained things was so incomprehensible, I'd just stare at her until she stopped talking. However, as an opportunity to show off for the most bad ass person I know and to have a perfect moment watching my lover hang upside down while doing the same myself, it was fine.
I should've known how dangerous it is to tell someone married to a vegan that I'd be fine with a vegetarian restaurant. I really did want veggies and I deliberately stayed away from items that looked like regular Chinese food with protein substitutes, but the macrobiotic roots and veggies was a little hard core.
We celebrated Labor Day by going to the range. My very first shot was close to perfect! and then my second magazine, the paper was completely untouched. I liked my hostess' glock very much, but apparently I was flinching, so she a) tricked me into dry-firing and b) rented a big, heavy .22 revolver, which stopped the flinching. On the way back, we had a long conversation about the annoying gun laws in NYC and I commented that all I really want is to be able to go shoot hand guns with my friends every month or two. "You could just visit me." Indeed.