NYC/Big Camp

Alright, alright, I'll blog again. Right after school got out and I had the best critique of my life (I was actually applauded; it was totally weird), I headed off to NYC for a few days with folks from my Cultural Encounters class, plus a few others, and our former teacher. We hit up the Met, ate authentic, New York meatballs (the size of a small dog) at an "Irish" pub, and went to see "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" by Edward Albee on Broadway, starring Kathleen Turner (whom you may recall as the voice of Jessica Rabbit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" We had an amazing, super-expensive dinner with Edward Albee himself at a really nice French restaurant, where we got the scoop on his next piece (a play which he intends to write sideways like a musical score so that he can precisely dictate the rhythm and volume of the dialog). Very fancy stuff, let me tell you.

We... went to Chinatown, had another expensive lunch at the French Culinary Institute (which was hilarious, I can't even describe how much fun we had), went to MoMA, and then I went to the Upper West Side and had dinner with my aunt Marian, an 83 year old woman with more character than a room full of most people. We sat, ate, and talked for a good three hours, which was absolutely lovely, since I'd never really gotten to spend time with her one-on-one before. I headed back to my hostel, where I changed and went out with some others. Anika, Addy, Marissa and I went out to this fancy bar in Times Square, where we sat on uncomfortable stools where Addy could "be seen." The joy of going to really nice bars is that they don't ever card! I had a fuzzy navel, and tried a bit of Addy's dirty martini, which I'm afraid was delicious. This could be a problem, lol. After that, Addy retired, we got Anika cake at Cranberry's, and got some more drinks at the pub next to the hostel. Mmm, dirty martini. We retired to the hostel room we shared, and just had girl-talk; I didn't know Marissa before this trip, but she's a really cool girl and I hope I'll get to hang out with her again in the future.

The next morning, we went to UNICEF and had a chat with Catty, who's a Swedish woman who went to the Sorbonne in Paris with Addy and is now a lawyer for UNICEF. That was really interesting- I hadn't really known what UNICEF was exactly. We then went and met with Jeffery Jacobs, the son of Dean Mark Jacobs, who works at Black Rock Financial whosiewhatsis, and grabbed lunch at a pizza joint. Then Marissa, Anika and I went to the Museum of Sex- we couldn't resist.

We also ate ice-cream-cake icecream- they'd actually blended up an entire ice-cream cake, frosting and all, and re-frozen it. It was scrumptious!

A quick word on Big Camp- it rocked. Yay flour, yay goofy costumes, yay smores, yay camp songs, yay movies on the bus, and YAY GIRL POWER RAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I said a C-to the A-to the M-to the P
Let me tell you a little somthin' 'bout Camp Sparky
All my peeps be sayin' Camp Sparky's so fly,
I L-O-V-E love it 'till the D-A-Y I die.
Ready Set Go, let's make some noise,
Gonna lay the smack down on all the CS boyz!

Alright, I'm going to end this post, and start another!