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Not all of us can be ballet dancers. Some of us tend to stumble through life instead. Unfortunately, I belong in the latter category.
Chantal and I went off to New York on Saturday, determined to get some shopping/play-watching/bonding time before she leaves for Texas. We did well on the shopping, and managed to get rush tickets for Hairspray, which was unexpectedly easy. (Usually, there's something like 100 people trying for 25 seats at these things. There were fewer people than seats available that night. The lady in charge just counted the people, threw up her hands, and said "You all win. Go get your tickets.")
However, I had some technical difficulties with normal activities such as...walking. Attempting to cross the street, I managed to trip and land on my face in the middle of the street. (This is a scary, scary thing to do in the middle of Manhatten. I'm probably pretty lucky not to be pancake shaped right now.) In doing so, I managed to bruise the palms of my hands, utterly destroy the knee of my pants, and take a good chunk of skin off my knee.
Having shredded the knee of the only pants I'd brought for what was intended to be a three day trip, I ended up paying too much for a skirt to replace the pants. I also ended up buying a pair of extremely cheap sandals to wear with the skirt, my sneakers being of the non-cute variety and totally unsuitable for wearing with newly-purchased, too-expensive, cute skirt.
I sent Annie home that evening, and met up with Chuck. The next day we went a-wandering, again through Manhatten, with me now in my cute skirt and cheap sandals. Which of course gave me blisters. For extra fun, the edges of the heels turned out to be sharp. So when I klutzily kicked my own ankle, I managed to put a nice gash in that as well.
To top things off, while in a small store, I managed to turn around and run my face into a plate glass door. With a nice bit of force, I might add. I have a not-visible, but definitely still there, bruise in the middle of my forehead. Best of all, it was a small enough store that everyone heard the thump-rattle, and so stopped what they were doing and turned around and stared. It was amazing. I felt like I ought to take a bow.
We're not going to go into the part where I nearly fell down the subway stairs.
So apparently I shouldn't be allowed outside a room padded for my own protection.
Despite this all, it ended up still being a fairly nice weekend.
Last night, my oh-so-beloved department had its senior dinner. It was really, really nice, actually. They rented this house in a nature preserve on a lake, and had one of the local Indian restaurants cater. Wonderful food, a beautiful view, and enough wine and beer to get everybody talking to each other. It was surprisingly pleasant. We mixed fairly thoroughly, students mingling with staff and faculty. Had some lovely conversations about life in Baton Rouge and growing up in a 400-year-old house in Wales and politics and filibusters and various types of foods. It was a chance to be social with the entire department (we're not very big - around 30 students with maybe 20 staff members of various types). A lovely evening. They owned it to us, dammit.
Chantal and I went off to New York on Saturday, determined to get some shopping/play-watching/bonding time before she leaves for Texas. We did well on the shopping, and managed to get rush tickets for Hairspray, which was unexpectedly easy. (Usually, there's something like 100 people trying for 25 seats at these things. There were fewer people than seats available that night. The lady in charge just counted the people, threw up her hands, and said "You all win. Go get your tickets.")
However, I had some technical difficulties with normal activities such as...walking. Attempting to cross the street, I managed to trip and land on my face in the middle of the street. (This is a scary, scary thing to do in the middle of Manhatten. I'm probably pretty lucky not to be pancake shaped right now.) In doing so, I managed to bruise the palms of my hands, utterly destroy the knee of my pants, and take a good chunk of skin off my knee.
Having shredded the knee of the only pants I'd brought for what was intended to be a three day trip, I ended up paying too much for a skirt to replace the pants. I also ended up buying a pair of extremely cheap sandals to wear with the skirt, my sneakers being of the non-cute variety and totally unsuitable for wearing with newly-purchased, too-expensive, cute skirt.
I sent Annie home that evening, and met up with Chuck. The next day we went a-wandering, again through Manhatten, with me now in my cute skirt and cheap sandals. Which of course gave me blisters. For extra fun, the edges of the heels turned out to be sharp. So when I klutzily kicked my own ankle, I managed to put a nice gash in that as well.
To top things off, while in a small store, I managed to turn around and run my face into a plate glass door. With a nice bit of force, I might add. I have a not-visible, but definitely still there, bruise in the middle of my forehead. Best of all, it was a small enough store that everyone heard the thump-rattle, and so stopped what they were doing and turned around and stared. It was amazing. I felt like I ought to take a bow.
We're not going to go into the part where I nearly fell down the subway stairs.
So apparently I shouldn't be allowed outside a room padded for my own protection.
Despite this all, it ended up still being a fairly nice weekend.
Last night, my oh-so-beloved department had its senior dinner. It was really, really nice, actually. They rented this house in a nature preserve on a lake, and had one of the local Indian restaurants cater. Wonderful food, a beautiful view, and enough wine and beer to get everybody talking to each other. It was surprisingly pleasant. We mixed fairly thoroughly, students mingling with staff and faculty. Had some lovely conversations about life in Baton Rouge and growing up in a 400-year-old house in Wales and politics and filibusters and various types of foods. It was a chance to be social with the entire department (we're not very big - around 30 students with maybe 20 staff members of various types). A lovely evening. They owned it to us, dammit.
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Date: 2005-05-11 06:07 pm (UTC)From:I recently tripped over a curb in Pavonia/Newport and went sprawling. I managed to fall flat, get back up and keep going with out really stopping. But nobody asked me if I was OK! I'd just come out of the PATH so I was with a pack of people. Usually at least one person asks. Sheesh. I'm going to call that a Jersey thing.
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Date: 2005-05-11 06:15 pm (UTC)From:Actually, I had several people ask me if I was ok. Which was nice.
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