Saturday . March 16 . 2002 . 9:00pm
picture-fest weekend extravaganza
Today we went downtown to run a bunch of errands. It was actually especially hectic to walk around the midtown area, even more so than usual, since the St. Patrick's Day parade was also taking place down Fifth Avenue for most of the day. (You know, the parade that doesn't like gay people.)
Hey look, it's a bunch of Irish kids doing a jig. I never really knew what jigs looked like, though I think I had a vague notion of them being like the dances pirates do in cartoons. Real jigs, I guess, involve a lot of footwork and not a lot of moving around the upper body or arms. Who knew? (The teacher lady who was in charge of organizing the kids for the parade was really mean and kept yelling at everyone.)
About 50 guys (and one lady) playing bagpipes. The screeching was deafening. Who ever thought that bagpipes were a good idea, anyway?
Oh look, a leprachaun.
I never knew my ring size, but apparently, it's a 3.75 on the ring finger of my left hand. Here's the jeweler sizing it down from a 5. He made me nervous--what with the hammering and the pliers and the blow-torch that he used to weld the ring back together after snipping out a small piece--but I guess he knew what he was doing.
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Joe got a haircut downtown too. His hairdresser's name is "Chanel". Heh. Really, it's Karen, but Chanel is her stage name, I guess. It's a little shorter than before, but who cares, it looks good, and now he won't have to get another one for five or six weeks. Here he is riding the subway, eating trail mix (not shown, but lip contortions show evidence).
We were looking at some churches on the Upper East Side for the wedding ceremony, but now we're not so sure we want to go that route. Neither of us really cares about church ceremonies in particular (being an athiest, I actually might be a little creeped out), and I guess his parents don't really care one way or the other. Depicted is a Presbyterian church near where I went to high school. We tried to go in, but it was closed. But I thought God's door was never closed!
We have a nice place in mind (located on the lake at Central Park) where we might want to have the reception afterwards. However, we don't want to get too attached to the idea, because it looks as though it might be prohibitively expensive. Shown is the restaurant part of the establishment. They have a separate "events pavilion" adjoining. Pavilion sounds so fancy, but it's actually just a nice, big room. We peeked inside--some kid was having his bar mitzvah there.
Some tourist kids asked us to take their picture next to the lake. We complied. They they offered to take our picture too. So there you are. Thanks, tourist kids!
