Turkey day has come and gone, and my stomach is still intact. Natasha was kind enough to invite me down to her parents’ place for the break, and here is how I spent it:
- visited D.C. and the national zoo
- ate a chinese Thankgiving meal (and a traditional one)
- watched about a billion movies
- became a gangster
- played basketball till I sweated off the aforementioned meals
- put in some hours on the design clock
Even though I brought my DSLR for the trip, I conveniently forgot to charge the batteries. Instead, I chronicled the zoo trip on my handy blackberry pearl. Not quite as high resolution, but you’ll be able to make out the rough forms of your favorite animals. The majority of my time was spent in the ape house and visiting the hippos, although ironically those are the only two I didn’t photograph. D.C. was amazing. The metro is how every subway system should operate, and the buidlings oozed with history. I would have made it to the National Gallery of Art but I missed the closing by 10 minutes. Instead Natasha, Ross, and I hung out on the mall taking long exposure shots of the national monument, the Capital building, and an awesome carousel. Shots coming soon.
Thursday’s meal took place at Natasha’s aunt’s place in Virigina, where I munched on eggrolls, snow peas, and assorted other items that I can’t even begin to name. Seems like every uncle was either an electrical or a civil engineer, and all their kids were aspiring to be the same. weird.
Mr. Eng (nat’s dad) has a strange obsession. He wants to have a copy of every movie ever made. Once this has been accomplished, he will go back to solving the meaning of life. There were at least three 4×4 large caselogic disc holders filled with burned DVDs. Being confronted with a selection like this, you can usually assume that at least the quality of film will be consistent. A true cinephile’s movie horde is constantly being pruned as their tastes mature. Not here. I was exposed to more chick flicks in the course of a week than I’d seen to date. Note I am 21 years old, and once dated a cheerleader. Trust me, thats a lot of romantic comedy.
Ross Thompson came by on two occasions with camera in tow. Rather than bore you with the technical specifications, go check out my myspace page for the pictures. I might be holding singles, but my pimp hand is strong.
That wraps turkeyday ‘06. Well, I might post the pictures from the zoo, but thats it!
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