Yesterday Her Highness and I were watching on TLC brides and bridesmaids fight over dresses for a wedding while we did her hair. She and I both agreed that that amount of effort and emotion used to determine chiffon from silk, sweetheart neckline or boat style, and you are just jealous because I have more boobs than you was probably absolutely the most important thing these people have ever done and it is best if they just stayed out of our way.
Realizing that it just might be worse that we were WATCHING this we jumped up and ran out to go get some dinner and take some photos. We climbed up on a cliff off Loop 360 and got some of the Pennypacker Bridge (she informed me that it is the longest single-suspension bridge in the world) and then we charted a course to Hyde Park for more photographing. We made it all the way through downtown and the ROT rally to park and go to the Congress Street bridge in hopes of seeing the bat flight.
We got to watch the sunset, chitchatted about boys, took pictures of a guy sleeping on his guitar, and pondered that we wish we hadn't drank so much water. We watched kayakers paddle by and these bicycle pontoon things mill around. The pontoon things had bells on their handle bars (they looked like bicycles perched between two yellow pontoons) that lit up when you rang them. We agreed this was on our Must Do list. We watched some party boats sail by and thought that might be a fun party as well.
Finally the sun set and the bats could not decide to come out so we wandered down to the park below the bridge. We sat on the grass and I went to go get a bottle of water from two men with a pull cart. Mr. Lee and Mr. Grossman (who informed me that Grossman was German for fat man. Of which he was not. Not fat. He was a man.). They reminded me of Papa as they were obviously educated and funny. Mr. Lee was the head of the Friends of the Bats coalition, colony?, here is Austin. I bought my water and gave them a tip for the bats. Mr. Lee waxed eloquently on about the over 800 species of bats, how he was here 7 nights a week cheerfully selling drinks and snacks to raise funds for the colony and educating bat novices like us in the process, how they were making park improvements and bat sanctuary adaptations carefully, thoughtfully, and with a cheerful forward momentum. They were both a pleasure to talk to in that they were passionate about bats, realistic in their expectations, and undaunted by their red-tape stories. Mikkel and I listened and chatted and left talking about how nice it was that the bats had such marvelous advocates and if only there were more visionaries like them for so many other groups.
So much so that I am going online and making a donation to the Friends of the Bats in my mom's name.
Realizing that it just might be worse that we were WATCHING this we jumped up and ran out to go get some dinner and take some photos. We climbed up on a cliff off Loop 360 and got some of the Pennypacker Bridge (she informed me that it is the longest single-suspension bridge in the world) and then we charted a course to Hyde Park for more photographing. We made it all the way through downtown and the ROT rally to park and go to the Congress Street bridge in hopes of seeing the bat flight.
We got to watch the sunset, chitchatted about boys, took pictures of a guy sleeping on his guitar, and pondered that we wish we hadn't drank so much water. We watched kayakers paddle by and these bicycle pontoon things mill around. The pontoon things had bells on their handle bars (they looked like bicycles perched between two yellow pontoons) that lit up when you rang them. We agreed this was on our Must Do list. We watched some party boats sail by and thought that might be a fun party as well.
Finally the sun set and the bats could not decide to come out so we wandered down to the park below the bridge. We sat on the grass and I went to go get a bottle of water from two men with a pull cart. Mr. Lee and Mr. Grossman (who informed me that Grossman was German for fat man. Of which he was not. Not fat. He was a man.). They reminded me of Papa as they were obviously educated and funny. Mr. Lee was the head of the Friends of the Bats coalition, colony?, here is Austin. I bought my water and gave them a tip for the bats. Mr. Lee waxed eloquently on about the over 800 species of bats, how he was here 7 nights a week cheerfully selling drinks and snacks to raise funds for the colony and educating bat novices like us in the process, how they were making park improvements and bat sanctuary adaptations carefully, thoughtfully, and with a cheerful forward momentum. They were both a pleasure to talk to in that they were passionate about bats, realistic in their expectations, and undaunted by their red-tape stories. Mikkel and I listened and chatted and left talking about how nice it was that the bats had such marvelous advocates and if only there were more visionaries like them for so many other groups.
So much so that I am going online and making a donation to the Friends of the Bats in my mom's name.
