a puppet, a dragon, and shelley and krissy's poetry debut.

wow its been a while. between midterms and a bout of what mom wishes were swine flu so she could call the "i told you so" since i adamantly refused the H1N1 shot, i didnt much energy for writing. now im back.

krissy came to indy on friday bringing a much needed breath of fresh air to end a rough week. there is something so great about people that make you feel like yourself, and krissy is a prime example for me. we started our friday night adventure by rushing over to the art museum for a choreography showcase by joe goode with zac and his friend lance. definitely was not expecting to watch a preteen boy explore his homosexuality via a (really creepy) puppet (with an equally creepy voice) but i had such a goode (get it?!) time really trying not to laugh at the horny puppet while still appreciating the beauty and remarkable talent of the dancers. sometimes trying not to laugh really hard is even more fun than actually laughing really hard. then krissy was laughing because i was laughing, and zac was probably pretending like he didn't know me. so yeah, i had fun. lance, on the other hand, felt awkward. understandable.

you try not laughing.

after one watches a homo-erotic dance performance, the most logical next move is to head over to a gallery to see an art exhibition about farmers markets and local food. this is precisely what we did. my friend kristen from study abroad was a part of an exhibit called "Food Con," and her gallery featured a multimedia showing of photos, video, and designs from all of the markets in the indy area. krissy and i ran into her working on it at the broad ripple farmers market in the fall, so it was pretty cool that she came this weekend and got to see the show completed. even though we went for kristen, i was secretly hoping to fun into the hot guy from the good earth natural food store since he said he would be there. i didn't. shocker.

in front of the giant market collage. we color coordinated nicely with the art, no?

in one room at the exhibit you could write a haiku about food on the wall. krissy's is on the left, mine's on the right. needless to say, don't hold your breath for any published prose from either of us anytime soon.

zac dumped me and kris at my house so he could move on to better people (like that's possible), so we continued our evening with pomegrante margaritas at binkleys. round 2 was a life-changing tirimisu martini that prompted me to question why we can't just consume all foods in martini form if there gonna be that damn good. the world would be a very happy place.

the next day, kris and parted ways---she went to another dance performance while i set off to work the silent auction for the indianapolis symphonic choir's bel canto gala. the event was asian themed (hello wasabi mashed potatoes!) so part of the entertainment for the evening was a real chinese dragon that i quickly befriended.

it was so much fun, considering the fact that i was there working, but i have to say i pretty much passed out the second i got home from the combination of all the excitement of the weekend coupled with my tapering "swine flu." at this point, my voice was literally completely gone, and it was time to head back to lagrange for the last spring break of my entire life. sigh.