Today started with a trip to the dentist and concluded with a visit to the eye doctor because apparently it’s Rachel Maintenance Day. There’s just about nothing I hate more than going to the dentist, except possibly someone poking me in the eye while talking about my “unusually large optic nerves.” So let’s bring on some Best Things, I need cheering up.
1. Back to the basics: Dinner, Movie, Shoes
My Favorite Guy: Ginger Division took me out for a date with the mall on Thursday. We enjoyed 1/2 price bottle of wine night and then went shoe shopping, which is the preferred order of things. Then we went to see Contagion.
We didn’t love it: me, because I’m not really a fan of end-of-times movies that are in any way realistic (throw a Terminator in the mix, though, and I’m there). Him, because it doesn’t really have an ending.
Part of the movie takes place in Minneapolis, which was jarring. Not so much because having the end of the world start in my backyard is scary, but because it was Movie Minnesota, which is: suburban Illinois with a thin, even layer of snow on it. I found this…distracting, and it made me glad more movies aren’t based in Minnesota.
After all, this is the only movie we need to represent us accurately:
2. RENAISSANCE FESTIVAL!
I went to my first ever Ren Fest on Saturday! I rode an elephant in a circle; I went to a Guinness tasting (I enjoy my Irish roots very much); I posed for a courtly photograph and looked ridiculous; and I paid an old Irish man a dollar to play “Ashoken Farewell” on the violin. That was probably the highlight for me, though it made me a little weepy.
You’d think riding an elephant would be the highlight, wouldn’t you? No, later Manolo gave me a piggy back ride across the parking lot, and she moves a lot faster than elephants and I do not have concerns about whether or not she is treated humanely. So that was the other highlight.
There was then an unfortunate run-in between a head (mine) and an elbow (not mine) that wasn’t fun, but didn’t leave any lasting damage. If the elbow reads this blog, the elbow should understand that all is well. And I think it might have been my fault, anyway.
3. Love is in the Arb
Yesterday, I went back to the Arboretum for an event called Collegeville Colors. I visited with my old Arb pals and wound up taking a walk with two environmental education enthusiasts. You would think I’d be able to identify trees after working at an Arboretum for a year, but I really can’t. Correction: I can identify when something IS a tree. But beyond that I’m kind of lost.
Well! Three years and one personalized walking tour later, I can now almost definitely tell you if the leaf you are holding is from a Red Oak, a White Oak, or Other.