It's a Zoo Out There

So get used to it. I think my headlines will always be corny. Today I awoke to some aggravating phone calls that I didn't answer but I wasn't going to let it bring me down. It was Wednesday after all, HUMP DAY. I had to do something fun. So I remembered that Wednesday is FREE DAY at the Bronx Zoo. I will go visit with the animals. And visit I did. After walking my own little borrowed animal, LuLu, I hopped on the 2 train and headed to West Farms to stand on line with all the other thrifty New Yorkers who don't want to pay $15. It was a beautiful day and it's great that so much of the zoo is in the shade because I do love the shade. I saw a lot of the park but enjoyed Tiger Mountain the most because when I first entered the building that looks out onto the "mountain" where the tigers graze, there weren't ANY in sight and everyone was really pissed off because they waited on line to get in. So just as some people were leaving cursing (which is sooooo appropriate to do when you're at a family place), a tiger surfaced. Granted it was merely because he (or she) saw the zookeeper atop the building with raw meat that s/he threw onto a rock for the tiger to devour.

But regardless, they know how to make the visitors happy. I got so many great shots of him with his mouth open, looking straight at me, it was all very exciting. And although I could have let the little ones in front of me to get a better look, I didn't. So when I left, I walked toward Fordham to see if I could catch the tail end of what seems to be a Wednesday/Thursday flea market (new thing) that I read about on my favorite blog, design*sponge, but it ended up being a far walk and just a bunch of crap honestly. But I got to see the university where my cousin Seamus (James) Finlay was the Dean of Students (new thing). Fordham even named a building after him. Finlay Hall. My dad just told me that. Cool beans. So now I'm back home making arrangements to meet up with mothers that are possibly interested in my babysitting services. Oh, but something icky happened too. I was just exiting the express D train after running into a former client of mine which made me so happy to hear that he's doing so well, and some grimy guy grabbed at my privates. Gross and ewwwww. Who does this!?!