In the goopy goop
My fingers are green, I've been called not-Israeli, hoorah.
Friday consisted of going to a really cool play with Amy in EQ. Floating Rhoda and the Glue Man by Eve Ensler (The Vagina Monologues author). It was really powerful and I enjoyed it. Saw Adam there and got to chat for a bit.
Today was Ice Age Discovery Day at the museum. I had signed up to work the tar pit station because the alternative was babysitting experts, and I'd done that last time we had a big event. It was messy, but fun...sometimes. I had two girls from one of the sororities assiting me, mostly giving directions to the kids. I did that too, mixed the tar "potion" (which Virginia makes of fun of me now for saying), and ran around getting kids their stuff. It turned out alright, crazier when the girl scouts showed up. Some parents were nice, others were pushy trying to get stuff done on their own (which would have been fine provided they could read directions). Some parents were mad because the first batch was too watery and the kids' little clay animals sunk too far down. Smiles all around
A pair of girls were talking about the project in hebrew while working. I thought I'd toss in some advice in my native language which, due to lack of practice with parents, may have dwindled a bit, but I can still talk like a native, accent and all. Or so I thought. The girls came back a little later to get their projects, one turned out well, another's was a victim of gravity. I tried being polite and asked them if they were from Israel because I haven't met any other Israeli students on campus. The shorter, more impish girl said, "Yeah, we are. But you're not." I was in shock for a sec before wanting to smack the living daylights out of her with a box of detergent. "Actually, I was born in Hulon." and relayed my moving to the US when I was 2, etc.. She seemed incredulous and shrugged me off. I was hurt. That's the first time that part of my identity has been challenged. She didn't try to apologize.
Adventures continued as a Confused Man carrying a slab of rock was walking from person to person telling them about it. I saw him doing so to a German mother I had helped who was giving him the "I don't care, get the hell away from me" death stare. Granted, she had called the art project "in vain" so maybe karma helped out, but its not ethical to think that (obligatory insert for work-related folk :) ). I was about to guide the guy towards the evolution dioramas where there was a) a slab with shells he look at and b) fewer people. Sarah said she was taking care of it, so I continued on my merry way. Supplies began to run low, one of the girls had gone off to get more stuff, the other was helping with the clay, so I was running back and forth mixing glue, borax, water, food coloring (which explains my finger color) and asking people to be patient. A string group began playing on the floor above which calmed my nerves greatly, but it was near the end of my shift. My Museum Angels, Natalie and Maggie, came to my rescue a little after 1, so I just made sure to restock chemicals for them before heading off. Grabbed a Banjo bar (chocolate ice cream bar) before migrating to Ulrich's.
Dragged Pierce out of Ulrich's and headed to GTC's for lunch. Waitress thought my fingers were very Irish, I was amused. After a little superficial studying, I met Kevin at Pinball Pete's and violently stole his DDR virginity. It was the first time this semester I've played. One thing that started to get on my nerves were the people who would just put their quarters on the machine and slowly begin to close in like jackals. I don't have a problem with people asking if they can use it or just waiting there, but I found that just rude and after dealing with nutty parents, came close to DDRing on their poser carcasses, but, prudence won out. Tried PPP, and a shooting game were we lasted all of 2 minutes. I played a little more with Pierce after he got off work. Good times.