Before the memory chips completely dissolve. Time to get this damn vacation rememberance over with for hamburger sake. Sheesh.

Monday of the Fourteenth in the month of April: Lookit mommy that monkey's got a funny butt!

Vacation string music was pacifying the insomnia beast that lives in my skull. Curled up behind one of my frontal lobes. Feeling downright pastoral in the clement spring climes of the spanky clan suburban manse. Head was unclogged. Sleep was effective. Still woke up before Sunshine everyday.

Greeted everyday to hot breakfast. Wummerful. Reminds me of a quote an NYU professor tickled me with. "He's written more articles than you've had hot breakfasts". Seeing as a generation x trend is to skip breakfast altogether, I found it highly clever. My other favorite quote recently rummaging around is "Boy, I've squaredanced twice in towns you ain't never heard of.". That's neither hither nor dither though.

St. Louis Zoo was on the agenda. The local meteorologists seemed to not be shooting blanks with the forecast. Predicted sunniness for the next couple o' days. Decided to trust them and knock out the outdoorsy type activities.

Packed.

Arrrrrrgh. Been awhile since I was a little stinker. Forgot where abouts on the calendar gradeschools had their spring/Easter week long break. Smacked in the face with the first day of kiddie parole. Teams of munchkins everywhere. Great snotty runny nose of doom.

Kids, like dogs, are decent until they are gathered in packs. And unlike canine packs where the more competent one takes over and sets the tone, it seems the more annoying and retarded children infect the rest. Shrieking bratty behavior. Blindly sprinting headlong into the knees and crotches of innocent adults. Scaring the shit out of the critters licking the display glass and pounding on cages. Zoos are traditionally thought of a locus for parents to drag their offspring to. I think that should be rethunk.

The new bug house was cool. The best part was the butterfly conservatory dome. Stood still in the muggy room, letting buterflies tickle my scalp, land on my shoulders, flit around my face. Still have the meditative butterfly attraction skills.

Don't care if it's part of the "Children's Zoo". The segment of the zoo dedicated to kid's discovery. I was gonna chill with some goats in the petting pen.

Goats are great. They have such sarcastic personalities. I love that they can sense when a kid is being a turd, and give them a slight ramming of the horns. Very appreciative of sensitive scratching and brushing. Once you make pals with them, they'll just follow you around like a good drinking buddy. I also like seeing people freak when they discover their wardrobe is being snacked on by some billy goat.

Fed some lorikeets minature buckets of nectar. Vibrantly feathered personable birds. Tried to stifle a laugh when a kid got a streak of white poop down his face while he was trying exit the apiary. Guffaws escaped. His mother was not pleased.

Overall we could successfully avoid the pockets of roaming kidlet herds. Leisured at our own pace. Had our fill and headed home.

Pop had an Italian spread going. Linguine with white wine clam sauce. Baked rigatoni. Prosciutto de Parma wrapped around ripe pear slices. Balsamic vinagrette dressed salad, with grape tomatos and tangy pepperoncini. Calamata olives and feta cheese. Fresh Italian bread from Amaghetti's. Grilled sweet salsiccia. Ba-boom. Grub was dope yo.