2011-September-21: Day 37

I had heard many a person wax poetic about the endless glories awaiting in the Museum of Anthropologie (which, along with the Museum of Modern Art was closed when I first visited Chapultepec Park).   So Gaby and I decided we would go, and lo and behold: we did! It was pretty freaking awesome and I took a bunch of pictures. I think we went into 3 of the sections and then left to see the flying dudes

(not only is this photo taken by Gaby, but she is in fact a real photographer: http://gabrielacabas.blogspot.com and http://gabyfotografabodas.blogspot.com)

Well, we actually had to kill a half-hour before the flying dudes, so we walked over to the Tamayo musuem, but it's closed for the next ten months for renovation (...?!).

Two outdoor Tamayo sculptures

deep conversation, yo

So, after the disappointment of no Tamayo and the conclusion to the flying dudes, we decided the day was far too young, and went to the zoo!!! The world famous, Mexico City Zoo! Zoos are love and hate with me (the joy of seeing animals vs the capture/encaging of them), but I've been in pro-zoo mode for a while now and it didn't change today. It was quite wonderful and I am exceedingly glad we went.

Jaguar!

Cleaning Time

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terrible pic...

Lions!

We weren't allowed to photograph the snakes, but they were amazing. The tigers didn't want to be seen (ubersad face), all of my panda photos were terrible (but I saw them!), we didn't see any elephants. Anyway, we finished our zoological tour around 5, had a couple tortas and kicked it for a little while before heading back to the human jungle

Torta!

Gaby! (que linda, no?)

Moi (que lindo!  No...?)

Angel Status

from the roof

But the day wasn't over! Nope, actually Gabriela invited me to a little concert/cd release show at a bar nearby, so...in fact I have no idea what time, pretty late but still pm I guess, her friend Grace picked us up (hi Grace! mucho gusto!) and we drove to the bar, entered, and socialized (well, the musical/loudness filter distorted my already faint understanding of the language exponentially more, so I kinda just stood around...) while some lame-ass warm-up band accosted our ears and eyes (if not other senses). But the real band came on and were very good, so I had a good time listening to very good musicians sync well on some well arranged pieces. However, being that I was having slight (by my standards, at least) social problems and we were in a bar, I felt a need to get some alchy in my system. I asked the bartender what their cheapest cocktail was, didn't understand (but didn't really care) her answer, asked how much it was, and was completely dumbfounded to see her pointing at different alcohols and/or shelves. So I left. I returned a few minutes later and ordered a couple Dos XXs (amber--shoulda ordered light) and chased the hell out of them with mad amounts of bar snacks (seriously, these beers were terrible). I don't know if they had any affect on me, but I continued enjoying the music and we left a little after two. Night-night time.