Kristen and I went to the zoo to get some ass. We found these two guys deathly afraid (yet EVER so curious) of this brush.

I hate my response to hyper people. I chill RIGHT out. It makes me feel dead and uncharismatic and I just become the deadpan straight guy. Not as much fun as when I get to be the hyper person.

Oddly enough – we went to the Baltimore Zoo but many of the best moments weren’t really included with the price of admission. I found this snake just wandering the path. Many squealing children resulted from my discovery.

This morning I dreamt of hijacking Panera trucks.  I know they probably are just carrying the raw supplies and most of it’s probably not even in an edible form, but I dream that it’s filled to the brim with their delicious sandwiches premade and waiting for me, next to huge steaming vats of their hot, delicious soup.  Passing a Panera truck first thing in the morning simply guarantees that I shall be dreaming of them for the rest of the day.  Alas – no Panera stands in my path this sunshiny Tuesday.

In general, I Love the National Zoo in DC, and the Saint Louis Zoo is a close second, if not it’s better. Our local Baltimore Zoo really doesn’t compete – except on the giraffe front. You can feed them (wash your hands after handling acacia!) and watch them being fed – and if you’re not cautious, they’ll stick out their tongues and bloody well feed themSELVES!

But by midafternoon I was elbow deep in the arduous task of setting up and tuning a 16-string zheng from China, battling a pentatonic tuning, decades-old strings and frozing tuning pegs.

I was triumphant, but at that point we had passionate, excited customers that I was no longer equipped to handle. From the uber-cool bass player to the insane samba woman who bought (and played in the store) a tri-tone samba whistle to the 8-year-old who was yelling her desire of a GUITAR no a DRUM no THAT Daddeeeeeee!!!! All of them were actually quite charming – even the little girl – but I had no energy left to give them.

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