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morganaus.
Saturday.
What an awesome day. Overcoming my deeply ingrained reticence and a hideously fallible sense of direction, I set boldly out for strange new worlds… well, strange new lands… ok, the fabled land of Cleves. Armed with a fistful of directions and all the fortitude I could muster, I began the arduous trek, which actually turned out to be not all that arduous. Proudly, I arrived at my destination s mere six minutes late, and was greeted by the lovely and radiantmorganaus.
After the ritualistic greeting (hugs all around) I received the Grande Tour of her gracious domicile, met the Lovely Liebchen, and frolicked with Rolf and his squeaky, slightly slimy elephant. Shortly thereafter, we were off to see the really too-naked people!
You see, it all started when Joe Cocker’s You Can Leave Your Hat On started playing, andmorganaus strutted out in a black bustier and red feather boa…
…Sorry. I’m getting reality and fantasy mixed up again…
In reality, as unbelievable as it may seem, there are occasions when people can be too naked, and this was one of them.
We headed off like a shot to the Great Lakes Science Center to view the amazing Body World 2. The overly generousmorganaus treated me to the tour, for which I owe her a plethora of gratitude.
What and exhibit! Amazingly amazing!!. Sadly, photography was mostly prohibited, but I did get a few shots:
No, it’s not Cerberus – it’s a camel for crying out loud!
Still not Cerberus. Just the other side of the creepy camel
The big picture
Bitty Baby Creepy Camel
Taking this picture got me busted by the GLSC copsters
After our trip down mummy lane, we headed towards the Cleveland Museum of Art. After only one minor driving faux pas (wrong way on a one-way street… don’t ask) we arrived safely at the museum. As it was my first time there, everything was astounding, even if it seemed that half the exhibits were closed for renovations. It boggles my mind to think that many of the things we saw were created thousands of years ago, yet still seem fresh and vibrant today. It also makes me wonder if some cyber-anthropologist will one day be combing through places like this for the same kind of clues and insights that we seek in the writing and art of bygone ages, and if it will hold up as well through the ages…
(*shakes of the weight of history*)
Then we hit a bit of specialty shopping to kill time before dinner.
Ah, dinner… another first for me. Indian food… oh, so much Indian food! And it was excellent! Don’t ask me what all we had – I had trouble finding it on the menu when it was pointed out to me, let alone trying to remember it afterwards. I do remember the Mango Lassi, which is what I’d envision the Nectar of the Gods tasting like (and whose name I can remember because of the mnemonic device thatmorganaus oh-so cleverly implanted in my brain – Just remember Lassie Come Home only without the ‘e’ she said), and the shrimp curry. Other things, while delicious, have names with too many consonants – mainly ‘h’s and ‘k’s.
On a brief tangent – I wish restaurants over here would add chai to their menus. There are often times when one feels like lingering over a nice, hot after-dinner beverage whilst enjoying relaxation and conversation, but one doesn’t find coffee palatable, and plain tea isn’t quite right. Chai fits the bill perfectly.
Finally, full to bursting, we took our leave of the fine Indian eating establishment and headed home. With no further misadventures we arrived back at [Unknown site tag]’s home. I helped her gather her parcels and deposited them indoors. Sadly, I had to refuse invitations to continue the festivities due to my overweeningly chicken-livered ways (I wanted to head out while there was still light out to facilitate the route reversal that would take me home. Give me a break – it was the first time I’d done it!). So, after ritualistic leave-taking (more hugs all around) I left the fabled land of Cleves to return to the Rural Wastelands, which now have an even greater bleakness thanks to my all too brief exposure to the sparkling evanescence of the big city.
So, in conclusion, I heartily recommend that you eat Indian food. I also recommend that you see Body Worlds 2 if you have the opportunity. And finally, and most energetically recommended is that you hang out with the stellarmorganaus if you have the opportunity. Such is her glamour that even I have difficulty finding words to do her justice. She is ‘W0W!!1!11one’ personified.
morganaus.Saturday.
What an awesome day. Overcoming my deeply ingrained reticence and a hideously fallible sense of direction, I set boldly out for strange new worlds… well, strange new lands… ok, the fabled land of Cleves. Armed with a fistful of directions and all the fortitude I could muster, I began the arduous trek, which actually turned out to be not all that arduous. Proudly, I arrived at my destination s mere six minutes late, and was greeted by the lovely and radiant
morganaus.After the ritualistic greeting (hugs all around) I received the Grande Tour of her gracious domicile, met the Lovely Liebchen, and frolicked with Rolf and his squeaky, slightly slimy elephant. Shortly thereafter, we were off to see the really too-naked people!
You see, it all started when Joe Cocker’s You Can Leave Your Hat On started playing, and
morganaus strutted out in a black bustier and red feather boa……Sorry. I’m getting reality and fantasy mixed up again…
In reality, as unbelievable as it may seem, there are occasions when people can be too naked, and this was one of them.
We headed off like a shot to the Great Lakes Science Center to view the amazing Body World 2. The overly generous
morganaus treated me to the tour, for which I owe her a plethora of gratitude.What and exhibit! Amazingly amazing!!. Sadly, photography was mostly prohibited, but I did get a few shots:
No, it’s not Cerberus – it’s a camel for crying out loud!
Still not Cerberus. Just the other side of the creepy camel
The big picture
Bitty Baby Creepy Camel
Taking this picture got me busted by the GLSC copsters
After our trip down mummy lane, we headed towards the Cleveland Museum of Art. After only one minor driving faux pas (wrong way on a one-way street… don’t ask) we arrived safely at the museum. As it was my first time there, everything was astounding, even if it seemed that half the exhibits were closed for renovations. It boggles my mind to think that many of the things we saw were created thousands of years ago, yet still seem fresh and vibrant today. It also makes me wonder if some cyber-anthropologist will one day be combing through places like this for the same kind of clues and insights that we seek in the writing and art of bygone ages, and if it will hold up as well through the ages…
(*shakes of the weight of history*)
Then we hit a bit of specialty shopping to kill time before dinner.
Ah, dinner… another first for me. Indian food… oh, so much Indian food! And it was excellent! Don’t ask me what all we had – I had trouble finding it on the menu when it was pointed out to me, let alone trying to remember it afterwards. I do remember the Mango Lassi, which is what I’d envision the Nectar of the Gods tasting like (and whose name I can remember because of the mnemonic device that
morganaus oh-so cleverly implanted in my brain – Just remember Lassie Come Home only without the ‘e’ she said), and the shrimp curry. Other things, while delicious, have names with too many consonants – mainly ‘h’s and ‘k’s.On a brief tangent – I wish restaurants over here would add chai to their menus. There are often times when one feels like lingering over a nice, hot after-dinner beverage whilst enjoying relaxation and conversation, but one doesn’t find coffee palatable, and plain tea isn’t quite right. Chai fits the bill perfectly.
Finally, full to bursting, we took our leave of the fine Indian eating establishment and headed home. With no further misadventures we arrived back at [Unknown site tag]’s home. I helped her gather her parcels and deposited them indoors. Sadly, I had to refuse invitations to continue the festivities due to my overweeningly chicken-livered ways (I wanted to head out while there was still light out to facilitate the route reversal that would take me home. Give me a break – it was the first time I’d done it!). So, after ritualistic leave-taking (more hugs all around) I left the fabled land of Cleves to return to the Rural Wastelands, which now have an even greater bleakness thanks to my all too brief exposure to the sparkling evanescence of the big city.
So, in conclusion, I heartily recommend that you eat Indian food. I also recommend that you see Body Worlds 2 if you have the opportunity. And finally, and most energetically recommended is that you hang out with the stellar
morganaus if you have the opportunity. Such is her glamour that even I have difficulty finding words to do her justice. She is ‘W0W!!1!11one’ personified.
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Date: 2005-05-02 02:40 pm (UTC)Now, now, let's not be hasty! I think that there certainly is a place for fantasy, and if not in LJ then where? Do continue...
You are not the first to have considered this question either...
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Date: 2005-05-02 03:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-02 06:17 pm (UTC)Indian food strongly rivals Japanese food as the Best Food In The World. Really. Greek and Turkish ain't bad, either.
Glad you had fun, sweetheart, it sounded an awesome time. Especially the exhibit...I hope it comes to Melbourne.
xxxCattxxx (not at all jealous that you guys got to hang out together, not a jot...)
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:01 am (UTC)*cowers*
wonder if they let sketchbooks in...
i really need to get my schedule worked out so i can come up for a visit.
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:47 am (UTC)Well get to a-scheduling!
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Date: 2005-05-03 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-03 10:28 am (UTC)Ew. The picture of the body looks a bit like my CAT scan taken just before my appendectomy 2 years ago.