Monday, August 12, 2013

Magical Trimmings

"The magical trimmings of her life are at the same time its realest part."
                                                   -Christa Wolf

For some time now I have felt a need to visit the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I'm not sure where it came from or why it was such an ardent desire but this weekend it finally happened! Holy shit, you guys, it was like returning to the mothership. It is what I imagine the inside of my brain to look like: dark, quirky, beautiful, and filled with unnecessary knowledge. I was flailing my arms with joy before we had even made it passed the gift shop entryway. If you have not been and were really looking for an alternative to drugs, you should check it out. I could go on forever about my favorite parts so instead I'll just say that the video on Theories of Forgetting is the MOST BEAUTIFUL thing I have ever experienced. Whoever thought to stack together a chorus, German explanations of pseudoscience, their English translations, and waterfalls, officially owns the key to my heart. Hanna said she would love to be proposed to on their roof. I, on the other hand, feel that if I'm ever depressed or if you recently did something terrible to me or if you have to give me really bad news and need a way to soften the blow, you should take me here. I walked out onto the roof and said that I was certain my life had just changed.

A couple of weeks ago we had a pool day that quickly segued from relaxing to way intense. I'm REALLY not one to share anything that is actually significant so it must have been the chlorine in the air. We talked about our families and famous last words. It's surprising that we are all so well-adjusted. Once emotionally drained, Hanna drew while I read until I could read no more and had to cannonball away my exasperation, which is fitting since I was reading Moby-Dick ("Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth..."). Water has such healing properties. Floating around in a pool all to myself and suddenly realizing that it was raining was legitimately a magical moment. I'm having quite a lot of those these days.

If you haven't caught on yet, my friends are the shit. Being the crazy self-analyzing person that I am, I always try to figure out WHY I'm attracted to the people that I'm attracted to since they are so diverse. "They are impressive as fuck" is not really the best explanation but it is all I have so far. Lily and Rachel have decided to share their hilarity with the world so we are all attending regular comedy shows. Personally, I think it takes all out balls to do stand-up so I'm stupid proud of these girls. No one thinks I'm as funny as I think I am and I still could not get up there and try to make a crowd full of strangers laugh. As if that was not enough, Rachel decided to be a major badass and start an all-female open mic. You should all come, if only to hear her laugh. Never again will I go to a comedy show unless Rachel's laugh is in attendance. It's louder and more exuberant than the entire audience combined and makes me bend over from trying to stifle my own cackles. I love my laugh because it has a tendency to be utterly unabashed but Rachel takes the cake.

If this amazing drawing doesn't convince you to come to the show, it should convince you to look at Hanna's Society6 shop. The kid is always talking about finding her style and I so clearly see her development but I think everything she has done has always had her signature. She has up two of my absolute favorite sketches and you know you want one (or more).

It's been a while since you last heard from me. Obviously, there have been many pictures taken since then. Dontcha wanna see how preeetty we are?

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Kill Yourself

Hanna and I went to New York because we found cheap flights. We need very little incentive to do almost anything. I think the fact that our trip had so many issues and I still had the loveliest time speaks volumes to the quality of company I keep. But honestly, sometimes I have to question which way my karmic scale is tipping.

I recently realized that I've traveled to amazing places but that I haven't done enough exploring of my own city and even less of any other state. Short of Vegas and a trip to Disney World, I know nothing of this country and I wouldn't really consider either of those places to be accurate representations of their states. So last year I decided to go to Seattle and froze my ass off. This year I went to New York and got my ass mauled off.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon in time to eat, get a tour of Audrey's adorable neighborhood, and wander over to a beer garden. The next morning we explored a food market in DUMBO where I got a chocolate covered banana, a mango lemonade, and rode the carousel in front of the Brooklyn Bridge on the warmest day. Perfection, much? We talked a lot about how when you go to a new city you can't help but compare it to other places you've been. To me, Brooklyn felt a lot like London but with really great food. I think it's something about a comfort level more than any physical similarity, though I saw those as well. Manhattan felt like every place in existence on crack and I mean that in the best and worst ways possible. I'm super jealous of all of the impossibly large parks but could probably go my entire life without being surrounded by that many people ever again.

A couple weeks ago, it occurred to me that being in New York meant that I'd be on the same side of the country as Sarah so I shot her a message and within an hour she had booked a train ticket to meet me. I haven't seen her since her wedding and I missed her dearly so I was crazy excited. Unfortunately, Murphy's law decided that it would keep us apart a little longer and broke the train that she was on. It took her four hours longer than it was supposed to. Longer to get from Rhode Island to New York than it took us to get there from California. By the time she finally arrived, she only had two hours to spend before she had to get back on a train. All we had a chance to do was walk the High Line and chat about the bun in her oven. They already told her that she will receive a full refund so we are just gonna look on the bright side and call it a free trip to see Cindy.

After leaving Sarah back at the station, we began the third leg of our tour which consisted mostly of standard tourist stuff. I also had to drag Hanna to the Plaza solely because, as someone who has read over a dozen volumes of the Princess Diaries, I couldn't be in New York without seeing where Grandmère held Princess lessons. When we got back to Audrey's, I was mauled by her cat. It was traumatic for everyone involved. We decided that some day we would laugh about it.

The next day we laughed about it. It was hard not to be ridiculously cheerful while each of us was wearing a beautiful dress under the sweetest umbrellas in warm rain. We were practically skipping from joy when we stumbled upon Provini. Holy shit, best dinning experience of my life. Everything about it was DIVINE. The restaurant was beautiful and played a constant stream of music after my own heart while we ate the most delicious pasta I've ever had. We kept laughing at the sublime looks on all of our faces because there were just no words. On the flight home I had a Jack and Coke and rekindled my love affair with professional wrestling.

It's all fodder for the tell-all.

Hanna and her sixth grade portrait on my desktop.
The damage.
The culprit.