there had been this big promise floating around in the air for months that there would be a return to the zoo and we finally decided to nail it down that week because brian was taking a little staycation from work. looking back now from my perch in the 70 degree temps, i cannot fathom what possessed us to go outside for an extended period of time in july without being near a body of water. though, i sort of also remember feeling impressed for being so hardy in the heat until august arrived and whipped my ass until i scampered back indoors for six weeks.
it's july. it's in the 90s. there was some cloud cover. we visited the new safari section and felt some sadness watching great beasts pretend to be happy in enclosures while being gawked at by people like us who were perpetuating their captive existence with our admission fees and great interest. there was also a mister over there and i think that might have been my favorite "exhibit."
brian's nose is larger than a lemur. and shaped like a boulder. and does a good job of pointing at creatures.
backs of heads portrait with large jungle cat.
oliver and some penguin-dung-tainted water.
zebra and wildebeest stampede.
what good is a passport when your parents won't spring for you to ride on the back of a gorilla with ample nipples?
oh, god. i think i'm having another one of those new-fangled anxiety attacks again today. undoing my bra doesn't seem to be helping.