"Ten self-expressive pics from your harddrive."
Yesterday was Member's Night at the Bronx Zoo, which ended up meaning, "If you bought a zoo membership and forgot to use it, now is the day time to get your money's worth!"
The gorilla exhibit was the most depressing. There were monkeys fighting in trees, and everybody squealed with delight every time one moved. Hundreds of people squealing in delight-- can you believe it? In the actual gorilla room there were hundreds more shoved in there, tapping at the glass in the gorilla's face. The exit was blocked by assholes standing trying to see baby gorillas.
Any animal at the zoo was either "cute" or "a baby" or both. Tamarins and marmosets aren't species-- they are babies!
You guys don't know how excited I was to get through the whole Mouse House without hearing "RATATOUILLE!" only to hear it a few exhibits later in front of some chipmunk looking things.