Weekend adventures

[rebeccmeister]

*takes deep breath*

Whenever I don't have time to update, it's mostly because I'm way too busy running around and actually doing things IRL. Novel concept, eh?

So I think purely for the sake of brevity, I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Yes, this is the short version.

Saturday:
-Saw Ant-Bike Boy while riding my bike to the grocery store. I forgot to jingle my bike bell at him.
-Guy at the grocery store had one of the coolest tattoos I have ever seen: an aerial TV antenna on the inside of his forearm.

Phoenix Art museum with hexasketch: The Phoenix Art Museum recently had a huge Rembrandt show, which I did not attend. Now they have a large car show, which we did not attend (one of the cars was in the entryway and apparently embodied the designers' slogan of "Simplicate.Add lightness."). We almost got into the museum for free (or so we thought) until one of the guards informed us that we had come in through the wrong entrance and the tags she gave us were an indicator that we hadn't paid. Drat to that, but I don't really mind paying admission to art museums. The PAM recently opened a whole new wing dedicated to Modern Art, which appears to mean Contemporary Art (for which I'm grateful). The space is pretty nice, and one of the biggest highlights was artwork by five comic book artists. I love art that relies on simple tools but complex creativity. So inspiring (especially considering the complex tools available to me). Oh, there was also an exhibit of fully furnished miniature rooms from different places and eras, and a few other neat pieces. The PAM verges on being too big, but we were prevented from lingering too long by its closing.

Swing dancing: On Saturday, J and I went swing dancing. I have a very large personal bubble and a hard time touching people (sometimes I feel like I walk around with a Don't Touch Me sign hanging around my neck), so part of my motivation in going dancing was to push myself to get over that phobia (oh, and incidentally I also like swing dancing). The people at the swing dancing place were all incredibly nice, and there were a lot of fantastic dancers who were gracious enough to put up with a noob. I'm going to drag figment80 along with me next time. J and I hung out for a while afterwards, but then I had to go to sleep so I could get up to go:

Biking: Yesterday morning, K, M and I biked over to South Mountain. We rode up to the TV towers, then out along the San Juan road, then back up. So now I am a double-tower veteran. M occasionally tells us stories about insane bikers who like to go up to the top multiple times--he knows a guy who, for his fortieth birthday, rode his bike up to the summit 8 times in a row. Seriously crazy. We stopped for breakfast at Spokes afterwards, and then the bike ride home was a slow affair. The ride knocked me out for the rest of the day, although I managed to make it to the lab to take care of the ants. Today my legs are feeling the consequences. I definitely feel better prepared for a certain Seattle-to-Portland expedition now.

Comments

[zinniazayda.livejournal.com]

Swing dancing is fun! I just recently finished a lindy class, so I know the internal chant of your earlier entry. But our (mildly sadistic) instructor called them Barbie arms.

[rebeccmeister.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that's what the instructors at the place called them! I just had a chance to watch some really amazing Lindy Hop, and now have a much better appreciation for how to hold my arms. A class sounds like it would be really fun, and the extra structure might be helpful as I first learn the dance.