Zombie Breakfast: Raisin Brain.
Jul. 11th, 2008 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offbalanceLife Lesson #204:
Never do a concert and an outdoor movie event on back-to-back nights.
I figured that since the Feist show in Prospect Park was pretty much across from my house, it would be an easy trip home, and I'd be able to get plenty of sleep before Stand By Me in Brooklyn Bridge Park. Oh, what a silly rabbit am I.
The Feist show was amazing. It paired awesome music (she was in fine voice and did an energetic, eclectic set) with shadow puppetry and a really cool combination of visual displays that were created live in time with the songs. I'd read an interview with Ms. Feist some time ago where she indicated how she prefers to do shows that are entertaining in every possible way, and I always admire that kind of commitment in a performer. Were it not for the rain, it would have been a lovely evening. New Orleans Girl and I had a ball mocking the hipster fashions.
Also, mega-points to Puck for figuring out how to dry my sopping-wet blanket in just 5 short hours, using a drying rack and a high-powered fan. I was worried I was going to have to hit the laundromat when it opened at 6am, but I awoke to find a perfectly dry, fluffy picnic blanket. I just had to wipe some mud off the nylon back, and we were good to go.
I love movies in Brooklyn Bridge Park, but thanks to their mega publicity push, I think 3/4 of the entire fucking city showed up. I still managed to find a decent patch of grass. But it's hard to complain when you're watching the sunset between two bridges on an absolutely breathtaking piece of waterfront. I'm really hoping it doesn't get too built up - it's one of my favorite places in the city just the way it is.
One of my all-time favorite picnics involved Popeye's. So I'd had the brilliant idea to stop off and grab some for the group to enjoy. Little did I know that apparently those deemed too slow-moving and slow-witted to work at McDonald's often man the counter at Popeye's. I had to repeat my order THREE TIMES, before the girl working the counter was replaced with another girl, one I could tell was smart and capable and I'm guessing was on break from high school, trying to earn money at a summer job. Still, it didn't help with the slow-moving kitchen (you're a restaurant known for your biscuits. HOW DO YOU NOT NOTICE THAT YOU ARE RUNNING OUT?!)
There was also the issue of the sides. I've had Popeye's sides, and while okay, they're not great. I was going to skip them, but the coupon I had included them. Other people had passed on sides with no problem, but Slow Girl couldn't seem to vault this hurdle.
"It comes with sides."
"That's okay, I just want the chicken and biscuits."
"But it comes with two sides."
"I dont' want the sides."
"But they come with sides!"
I finally acquiesced and ordered some macaroni and cheese (decent) and some rice (blech). Had I known, I would have just asked for extra biscuits in place of the sides. I didn't know you could do that. You live, you learn, you grow.
Anyway, I have to force myself to be alert through a few more hours, then I'm busting out of here to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blergeatkitty for some Thai food and a trip to Target. Then, provided the Thai iced tea does it's magic, I'm hopefully going to the FREE ($3 suggested donation) Brazilian Girls show in Prospect Park tonight (holla at me if you want to come to the show, too!).
Never do a concert and an outdoor movie event on back-to-back nights.
I figured that since the Feist show in Prospect Park was pretty much across from my house, it would be an easy trip home, and I'd be able to get plenty of sleep before Stand By Me in Brooklyn Bridge Park. Oh, what a silly rabbit am I.
The Feist show was amazing. It paired awesome music (she was in fine voice and did an energetic, eclectic set) with shadow puppetry and a really cool combination of visual displays that were created live in time with the songs. I'd read an interview with Ms. Feist some time ago where she indicated how she prefers to do shows that are entertaining in every possible way, and I always admire that kind of commitment in a performer. Were it not for the rain, it would have been a lovely evening. New Orleans Girl and I had a ball mocking the hipster fashions.
Also, mega-points to Puck for figuring out how to dry my sopping-wet blanket in just 5 short hours, using a drying rack and a high-powered fan. I was worried I was going to have to hit the laundromat when it opened at 6am, but I awoke to find a perfectly dry, fluffy picnic blanket. I just had to wipe some mud off the nylon back, and we were good to go.
I love movies in Brooklyn Bridge Park, but thanks to their mega publicity push, I think 3/4 of the entire fucking city showed up. I still managed to find a decent patch of grass. But it's hard to complain when you're watching the sunset between two bridges on an absolutely breathtaking piece of waterfront. I'm really hoping it doesn't get too built up - it's one of my favorite places in the city just the way it is.
One of my all-time favorite picnics involved Popeye's. So I'd had the brilliant idea to stop off and grab some for the group to enjoy. Little did I know that apparently those deemed too slow-moving and slow-witted to work at McDonald's often man the counter at Popeye's. I had to repeat my order THREE TIMES, before the girl working the counter was replaced with another girl, one I could tell was smart and capable and I'm guessing was on break from high school, trying to earn money at a summer job. Still, it didn't help with the slow-moving kitchen (you're a restaurant known for your biscuits. HOW DO YOU NOT NOTICE THAT YOU ARE RUNNING OUT?!)
There was also the issue of the sides. I've had Popeye's sides, and while okay, they're not great. I was going to skip them, but the coupon I had included them. Other people had passed on sides with no problem, but Slow Girl couldn't seem to vault this hurdle.
"It comes with sides."
"That's okay, I just want the chicken and biscuits."
"But it comes with two sides."
"I dont' want the sides."
"But they come with sides!"
I finally acquiesced and ordered some macaroni and cheese (decent) and some rice (blech). Had I known, I would have just asked for extra biscuits in place of the sides. I didn't know you could do that. You live, you learn, you grow.
Anyway, I have to force myself to be alert through a few more hours, then I'm busting out of here to meet up with
blergeatkitty for some Thai food and a trip to Target. Then, provided the Thai iced tea does it's magic, I'm hopefully going to the FREE ($3 suggested donation) Brazilian Girls show in Prospect Park tonight (holla at me if you want to come to the show, too!).
