Study hard: Stayed up Friday night and talked literally till dawn. Slept for a couple hours before heading to lab. Worked on my poster (whose accompanying frustrations are too tortuous to mention) for five hours. No time for breakfast or lunch.
Play hard: Saturday's fun had to be an all or nothing affair, at least for me. The Zoo is huge, so no oliphants. Felt extremely lighthearted from the sun since I hadn't eaten, but the fruit smoothie that someone gave me sure helped. However, at the Hard Rock Cafe, I certainly ate enough for the entire day.
Digression: Penguins remind me of tuxedos, or is it the other way around?
Above all, playing hard on Saturday meant the City Museum. It's essentially a playground for big kids... with enchanted caves and a skateless skate park. Meaning running and climbing without stopping. Banging my head against the ceiling. Squeezing my butt through holes and muttering "shit, shit" every two steps as I crawled through a wire tunnel three stories above the ground. [Heights make me dizzy.] Just the incessent need to move and revel in the moment until one drops from exhaustion.
Someone called this place the "poster child on steroids" for the level of recycling and reusing of old materials that occurs. Needless to say, I had to include some pictures.
We climbed down this at the City Museum.
I called this a sundial.
It was actually quite easy to climb into the mouth of the great white whale (a la Moby Dick).
The adventurous group after a hard night's play. We're sitting on the elephant tree. See the tusks?
In some ways, this single day is indicative of all my days. Busy, active, enviable, and I'll hate it and love it and would do it again. But what would life be like without this?
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