New York – Day Two
This afternoon we happened along past a bank surrounded by cops and yellow tape. Oh my heart leapt with joy and delicious anticipation, because surely just around the corner lurked Ice-T, wrestling some fella to the ground while grunting, "I got the perp, Chief."
You know what, I am really pished right now. Drunk, steamin, trollied, etc. Another night of gooood food and wine and company. I am bubbling over with good feeling about the world so I am just going to keep tip-tap-typing while the good feeling persists then post this later.
It's 2AM, 7AM back home. Gareth is fast asleep and looks positively angelic.
Today we walked down the road to Central Park in the rain and noted that New York squirrels are considerably leaner and more spritely than the Scottish squirrels doon the park near our house. They mustn't be eating enough chips!
Then we spent the whole darn day in the Museum of Natural History. Delicately stuffed birds and human skulls from throughout the ages. It was overwhelming and exhilarating, just thinking about all the wacky species and history crammed into our wee blue planet. I had to have a sit-down like a little old lady, gawking up at the model of a blue whale.
The dinosaurs were excellent. I love that in this modern age of technology and special effects and tiny attention spans, people are still enthralled and humbled by dinosaur skeletons.
I have a soft spot for the pterodactyls. I had this lever arch folder in high school, that's binder to you Americans. The paper was peeling off and I couldn't resist picking away at it over the term, until all that was left was an abstract, pterodactyl-ish shape. After that I was a bit pterodactyl obsessed and drew cartoons of them all the time, including once on the blackboard while the teacher was out of the room. He caught me with the chalk hovering mid-air and sent me outside. It was just weeks before our graduation. I stood outside the classroom; looking around the block at other bad kids who'd been sent out of other classrooms. They kicked the brick walls and looked sullen but I grinned like a dorkosaurus, wishing I hadn't waited so long to do something stupid. It was that same juvenile giddiness in the Hall o' Dinosaurs today, being somewhere you never thought you'd be.