Flew out to NYC this weekend. Things of note:
Friday: Started and finished Aimee Bender’s An Invisible Sign of My Own on the flight to NYC. This book really resonated with me on more levels than I was consciously aware I had. You can get it used for about 2 bucks from Amazon, or loaned from me for FREE! Woo! That night, we had chicken rolls from the corner pizza place and watched Battlestar Galactica, some Veronica Mars, and Slither which is kinda funny and has a lot of Nathan Fillion in it, but not as funny as the consumer is led to believe. Still, it’s a damn poor movie that doesn’t give me a least a few fun ideas to play around with in my head, and Slither gave me several, so booyah.
Saturday: Kate and I did touristy things, including a multi-transfer ride down to the Staten Island Ferry to be impressed by both the Statue of Liberty and the chilly wind. Like the trip down, the trip back took forEVer, and it was late when we got to the apartment. We had some good chicken and rice dish that Keeley made, returned Slither, and rented Brick. I will own this movie. High school meets hard-boiled film noir. Chandler meets Heathers. Man it’s good. Good story, fanTAStic dialogue.
Sunday: Brunch at a local cafe, then out to 1st street to watch the New York Marathon. This is a crazy-cool event — there isn’t one inch of the marathon route that isn’t lined three-people deep with folks cheering on the runners (many of whom put their names on their shirts, so you can call out to them directly and ‘personally’). We were at about the 16th or 17th mile of the route, on a gradual uphill slope, which equates to ‘the place they’re going to need the most encouragement’, and there was a lot of hollering going on. (Certain people were in their element: a neverending stream of people to cheer for, and permission to do so.)
After that, we lazed about the apartment a bit (are you getting the impression there was a lot of ‘lazy weekend’ going on? There was. It was nice.), watched Doctor Who, and got ready to host a geek-gaming-gathering, about which I will say more, elseblog. Very good time; lots of laughs. Very fun.
Monday: Up at six sevenish to make the 8:30 flight — back in Denver by noon or so — I slept about halfway, then started (and finished) the first Alannah book by Tamora Pierce. Good stuff: the Tasty Light Microwave Popcorn of the reading world, but good and enjoyable for that reason.
