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anyone know the lyric reference above?
Which refers not to what I'm currently listening to, but to a wonderfully urban weekend.
On Wednesday, we found a dogsitter - a friend of a friend who lives nearby. Turns out her husband was trying to get to NYC this weekend, so we serendipitously found each other just in time for her to keep our dogs happy, and us to drive her husband up to the city, which also covered some of the tolls ($2.00 for 5 miles of Delaware!) and gas money, and gave me an excuse to sit in the back seat and alternately knit and nap while boy and Lucho (dogsitter's husband) discussed the differences between cultures in Latin America (T studied 3 summers in Mexico, L is Argentinian), and the joys of getting old and wanting to go to bed at 10pm, even in New York City.
On Thursday, I remembered that I should pack, and tried to think of things that I wanted to do in the city. I decided that all I really wanted to do was see our friend Rochelle (who lives there, with whom we stay when we visit), and do a bit of shopping. Thought about heading to the Museum of Sex, but since it's so new, braving the crowds didn't sound like much fun. We'll be in DC for at least three years, and Rochelle will be in NYC for at least the next couple, so we'll get there eventually. Maybe we'll make a whole weekend of sex - visit the museum, Toys in Babeland, that weird penis puppetry show, etc. But for now, that was a little too much excitement, and too much advance planning.
On Friday, we drove to the city, stopping for Nathan's Famous French Fries at a rest stop, which was more of a highlight than it probably should have been, but I'm rather obsessed with french fries (mental note: add to list of interests on lj user page). Traffic was lovely, I didn't hyperventilate going through the Holland tunnel, we dropped the Argentinian off at a Starbucks in Chinatown, found parking a few blocks from Rochelle's building (not an easy task near the Village on a Friday night around 9), ate lovely Japanese food, and played a game of semi-delirious Scrabble.
On Saturday, it snowed! and we bought a Scrabble clock (which I think most people would call a chess clock), and I found origami paper to use for holiday ornaments, and had my very first bubble tea with a wonderfully crispy mozzarella-arugula-pesto-tomato-tapenade panini, and walked and walked... We unintentionally came across the same street market that we unintentionally found the last time we were in New York, but alas, no cute fruit-and-veggie-shaped-magnets this time around. And of course there was Indian food, and more Scrabble, and tea at the White Lily Tea Room, and lots of just being relaxed and enjoying the calm before the storm of advising.
Another highlight that gets its own paragraph: the wonderful yarn store on Ave A! It's tucked in quietly to a very busy street, but when you enter, you're surrounded in the warmth and beauty and vivid color of yarn, floor to ceiling. No self-respecting knitter could go into such a store and not emerge with some new project, so now I'm knitting scarves for my nieces and my brother's woman, and I have the softest mohair I've ever found, and some new Lamb's Pride in beautifu shades of blues and purples, and everything is bulky weight, so I may actually finish some projects before the 25th of December. I knitted up a quick scarf over the weekend, and finished off my first hat ever made on circluars and double points (working on double points at 11:30 on a Sunday night is really no fun, but I just wanted to get it done, and now it is, and the world is good). I want to be at home just so that I can start the next project (a purple fluffy scarf made on 15s, so that I can have it done by a friend' birthday in a week and a half or so). Yay yarn store inspiration!
And now, I must try to track down a schedule report so that I can begin the blitz of 20 minute advising appointments that is to last until Dec 6. Sigh.
Which refers not to what I'm currently listening to, but to a wonderfully urban weekend.
On Wednesday, we found a dogsitter - a friend of a friend who lives nearby. Turns out her husband was trying to get to NYC this weekend, so we serendipitously found each other just in time for her to keep our dogs happy, and us to drive her husband up to the city, which also covered some of the tolls ($2.00 for 5 miles of Delaware!) and gas money, and gave me an excuse to sit in the back seat and alternately knit and nap while boy and Lucho (dogsitter's husband) discussed the differences between cultures in Latin America (T studied 3 summers in Mexico, L is Argentinian), and the joys of getting old and wanting to go to bed at 10pm, even in New York City.
On Thursday, I remembered that I should pack, and tried to think of things that I wanted to do in the city. I decided that all I really wanted to do was see our friend Rochelle (who lives there, with whom we stay when we visit), and do a bit of shopping. Thought about heading to the Museum of Sex, but since it's so new, braving the crowds didn't sound like much fun. We'll be in DC for at least three years, and Rochelle will be in NYC for at least the next couple, so we'll get there eventually. Maybe we'll make a whole weekend of sex - visit the museum, Toys in Babeland, that weird penis puppetry show, etc. But for now, that was a little too much excitement, and too much advance planning.
On Friday, we drove to the city, stopping for Nathan's Famous French Fries at a rest stop, which was more of a highlight than it probably should have been, but I'm rather obsessed with french fries (mental note: add to list of interests on lj user page). Traffic was lovely, I didn't hyperventilate going through the Holland tunnel, we dropped the Argentinian off at a Starbucks in Chinatown, found parking a few blocks from Rochelle's building (not an easy task near the Village on a Friday night around 9), ate lovely Japanese food, and played a game of semi-delirious Scrabble.
On Saturday, it snowed! and we bought a Scrabble clock (which I think most people would call a chess clock), and I found origami paper to use for holiday ornaments, and had my very first bubble tea with a wonderfully crispy mozzarella-arugula-pesto-tomato-tapenade panini, and walked and walked... We unintentionally came across the same street market that we unintentionally found the last time we were in New York, but alas, no cute fruit-and-veggie-shaped-magnets this time around. And of course there was Indian food, and more Scrabble, and tea at the White Lily Tea Room, and lots of just being relaxed and enjoying the calm before the storm of advising.
Another highlight that gets its own paragraph: the wonderful yarn store on Ave A! It's tucked in quietly to a very busy street, but when you enter, you're surrounded in the warmth and beauty and vivid color of yarn, floor to ceiling. No self-respecting knitter could go into such a store and not emerge with some new project, so now I'm knitting scarves for my nieces and my brother's woman, and I have the softest mohair I've ever found, and some new Lamb's Pride in beautifu shades of blues and purples, and everything is bulky weight, so I may actually finish some projects before the 25th of December. I knitted up a quick scarf over the weekend, and finished off my first hat ever made on circluars and double points (working on double points at 11:30 on a Sunday night is really no fun, but I just wanted to get it done, and now it is, and the world is good). I want to be at home just so that I can start the next project (a purple fluffy scarf made on 15s, so that I can have it done by a friend' birthday in a week and a half or so). Yay yarn store inspiration!
And now, I must try to track down a schedule report so that I can begin the blitz of 20 minute advising appointments that is to last until Dec 6. Sigh.
