Cheburashka is no longer in summer camp. There's a story behind that, and I'm not sure what it is, but I suspect it has to do with the fact that her friends were only there for one month, so she's decided not to go anymore either. Alrighty. I haven't had a new temp gig, nor the prospect of one, so why not spend the rest of the summer together? Right??
(Of course, you know I got a call today for a new temp job and couldn't take it. But that's how my life works.)
Anyway- yesterday I needed to go to 34th Street on an errand. It was quick, and afterwards me & Cheb ran wild in Sephora. Not that we bought anything... but we sampled damn near every perfume in the place. I learned that just because a perfume costs $125 doesn't mean it will smell good. P-U.
So there we were on 34th Street... I'm wondering whether to just go home or wander around... and there, looming over our heads... the Empire State Building!! Yes! Let's be tourists!!
The lines were long, but I got some good people-watching in. Families in matching short sets... all kinds of accents... and- in every single group- the one guy authoritatively dispensing the most wrong-headed directions ("So, after this, we'll get back on the F train and head on up to Ground Zero..."). I didn't tell Cheb where we were going; I just mentioned I had to stop in one more building. After we'd waited 20 minutes in line to buy our ticket, she asked what the fuck we were doing there. (Not that she actually dropped the F-bomb, but you could certainly hear it in her tone.) She was psyched when I told her, but a little fearful of being up so high.
She got over it.
Hey- am I the only one who remembers that a guy used to dress up in a gorilla suit and jump out at tourists on the observation deck? Or was I tripping? Actually, the last time I was in the building, I was tripping. It was after leaving Paradise Garage at around noon on a Sunday, and three of us trippited up there, thinking it would be soooo coool, man. It wasn't. It was so cloudy we couldn't see past the rail, and one of my friends got a nosebleed from being so high up. We went home, The End.
Anyway, it was cute. Cheb enjoyed it. And man, you forget how densely packed this city is until you see it from a different angle.
In other news: while everyone else is just complaining about the heat, I'm doing something about it. I'm knitting the Tartan Jacket from the Fall 2004 Interweave Knits. (No, that wasn't supposed to make any sense.) I love this pattern- even though it took me three days to get it right. I could not get the slip stitch pattern to work out. Nothing I tried worked until I decided to really step outside of my boundaries and do the unthinkable: I swatched. And damn it if I didn't get it right. I'm already up to the armholes on the back. If I keep up this pace I'll be done by the end of the week, and then it will join the Sunrise Circle jacket and two kids' sweaters that I recently knitted and tossed into the closet.
The colors are off, but there you have it.
I'm having a serious finishing problem- meaning I can't seem to finish anything I start lately. I'll save that for the next post. It's a doozy.
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