No Corners For You

Spent the weekend in Albany with JoyceFrances, her husband, and their swell dog. We went to the Y late on Friday afternoon, where I was gawked at by an elderly African-American man wearing satin shorts, tube socks, a headband, and coke-bottle glasses and where they have an indoor track in a low-ceilinged smelly basement that you have to run around 24 times to go one mile.

Then on Saturday we went to a yarn store in the back of someone's house, to the grand-reopening of an Italian market where I bought meat that I then forgot to take with me when I left, and then that night we went ice-skating at a rink surrounded by all sorts of weird architecture -- there's a giant building that sort of looks like the Chateau Frontenac, a bunch of Chicago-esque skyscrapers, a giant halved concrete egg filled with snow, and a building that looks like a university library but actually has a carousel inside.

Also at the rink they play surf music from the '50s and '60's. Honestly it was pretty much totally awesome due to the surrealness of it and due to the fact that I just really love to ice skate, like really love it -- I find it very meditative and fulfilling, and also due to the fact that JoyceFrances loves to ice skate, too, and we do tricks, and then skate around post-trick with our arms in the air, ta-dahhhh style.

Also I knit a lot, met a really interesting and talented writer/dancer friend of JoyceFrances', ate one delicious meal after another prepared by JF, got a free wide-screen TV, and got hit up for cash by a cracky mccrackaddict.