Spring Hath Sprung!
This is a big one, folks. Better get comfortable, sit back in your easy chair and let the flowery goodness just wash over you. This weekend was Sakura Matsuri, also known as the Cherry Blossom Festival.
Dustin and I went down into the heart of Brooklyn, just near Prospect Park at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, and found that all five hundred thousand of our closest friends had already arrived.
One of whom included Miss Kerri Cole.
After a surprisingly brief wait in the line, we got into the garden. We headed straight for the Cherry Esplanade.
It sure was beautiful. It was a little less bloomed than last year's fest, but still gorgeous.
We got right down to the business of the day, taking pictures of each other and ourselves and the flowers.
There was some kind of display happening with traditional Japanese fare (hot dogs).
But it was a bit crowded under the tent so we went roaming instead.
This is more of the look we remembered from last year: so pale, pale pink it's almost white.
The lovers were out en masse.
We saw a traditional Butoh display, which was weird.
Everyone watched with rapt attention.
Kerri and I went with our own sardonic commentary.
There was a lovely display in the botanical library of ice-sculpture vases.
Kerri dared me to lick one of them while the security guard had turned away. So I did. Then she said, "Congratulations, you've just licked off everybody else's fingerprints."
Orchids in water. Lovely!
They even had sushi pillows!
We went back outside...
... and into the Tulip Garden, where the real photographing began.
It was breathtaking. They should have called it the Tulip Festival.
Some were barely budding.
While others were in full bloom.
These were our agreed favorite.
These were so bright they looked like they were on fire.
And these yellows seemed to downright glow.
They had a fragrance garden too. Too bad Blogger doesn't have Smell-O-Vision.
Bamboo Garden!
... and back to the Cherry Blossoms.
They even had some teeeeeeny tiny bloomers.
These full flowers were smaller than my thumb.
You may remember the Pond from last year's entry.
... with its huge goldfish. Though I don't think they're called goldfish.
... and lovely weeping willows, blossoming right into the water.
I love how Dustin's shirt matches the flowers behind us.
After a good 2 1/2 hours of touring the site we sat down and took a rest with all of our friends.
The sun peeked out now and then from clouds.
And we just relaxed like Sunday afternoons require one to do.
On the way out we saw even more flowers.
But alas, it was time to go, as Nature called and Kerri and I went to the museum for the ladies' room, while Dustin took some awesome pics.
Come on, there couldn't be a mention of Awesome Pics without us goofing off, now could there?
We rode the subway and chatted...
Then Dustin and I went to Klong for dinner (which has become a post-museum-or-garden staple) and I had one delicious mojito.
Dustin's Lychee Iced Tea left him satisfied too.
You'd think that would be a packed Sunday in itself, wouldn't you? But we were just getting started. We remembered we had tickets to the Modest Mouse concert up, up, uptown in Washington Heights. We had never been to this venue before. The United Palace Theatre turned out to be a converted cathedral, and still had most of its ornate decòr intact.
It was a beautiful space, but strange for a rock concert, because throughout the show some people would sit down. But then, if you sit down, you can't see anything because everyone in front of you is standing. Also, what kind of rocker are you if you sit down at a concert? A well-behaved one, from the looks of it.
But Modest Mouse was fab.
The lead singer mentioned at the beginning of the show that he had made the mistake of getting food from the cheapo cuban place across the street and spent the previous three hours throwing up. In the middle of the set, we realized that the rest of the band was playing, nay, ROCKING for about four minutes, but we had never heard this instrumental version before. Where's the singer? I bet you can guess. After a few minutes finally returned from backstage, picked up his guitar and kept right on jamming. Does anyone say jamming anymore? I dunno.
SPECTACULAR!
AND LOUD!
But what a way to end the weekend. Hope May is even sunnier!
love,
*jenna*
Dustin and I went down into the heart of Brooklyn, just near Prospect Park at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, and found that all five hundred thousand of our closest friends had already arrived.
One of whom included Miss Kerri Cole.
After a surprisingly brief wait in the line, we got into the garden. We headed straight for the Cherry Esplanade.
It sure was beautiful. It was a little less bloomed than last year's fest, but still gorgeous.
We got right down to the business of the day, taking pictures of each other and ourselves and the flowers.
There was some kind of display happening with traditional Japanese fare (hot dogs).
But it was a bit crowded under the tent so we went roaming instead.
This is more of the look we remembered from last year: so pale, pale pink it's almost white.
The lovers were out en masse.
We saw a traditional Butoh display, which was weird.
Everyone watched with rapt attention.
Kerri and I went with our own sardonic commentary.
There was a lovely display in the botanical library of ice-sculpture vases.
Kerri dared me to lick one of them while the security guard had turned away. So I did. Then she said, "Congratulations, you've just licked off everybody else's fingerprints."
Orchids in water. Lovely!
They even had sushi pillows!
We went back outside...
... and into the Tulip Garden, where the real photographing began.
It was breathtaking. They should have called it the Tulip Festival.
Some were barely budding.
While others were in full bloom.
These were our agreed favorite.
These were so bright they looked like they were on fire.
And these yellows seemed to downright glow.
They had a fragrance garden too. Too bad Blogger doesn't have Smell-O-Vision.
Bamboo Garden!
... and back to the Cherry Blossoms.
They even had some teeeeeeny tiny bloomers.
These full flowers were smaller than my thumb.
You may remember the Pond from last year's entry.
... with its huge goldfish. Though I don't think they're called goldfish.
... and lovely weeping willows, blossoming right into the water.
I love how Dustin's shirt matches the flowers behind us.
After a good 2 1/2 hours of touring the site we sat down and took a rest with all of our friends.
The sun peeked out now and then from clouds.
And we just relaxed like Sunday afternoons require one to do.
On the way out we saw even more flowers.
But alas, it was time to go, as Nature called and Kerri and I went to the museum for the ladies' room, while Dustin took some awesome pics.
Come on, there couldn't be a mention of Awesome Pics without us goofing off, now could there?
We rode the subway and chatted...
Then Dustin and I went to Klong for dinner (which has become a post-museum-or-garden staple) and I had one delicious mojito.
Dustin's Lychee Iced Tea left him satisfied too.
You'd think that would be a packed Sunday in itself, wouldn't you? But we were just getting started. We remembered we had tickets to the Modest Mouse concert up, up, uptown in Washington Heights. We had never been to this venue before. The United Palace Theatre turned out to be a converted cathedral, and still had most of its ornate decòr intact.
It was a beautiful space, but strange for a rock concert, because throughout the show some people would sit down. But then, if you sit down, you can't see anything because everyone in front of you is standing. Also, what kind of rocker are you if you sit down at a concert? A well-behaved one, from the looks of it.
But Modest Mouse was fab.
The lead singer mentioned at the beginning of the show that he had made the mistake of getting food from the cheapo cuban place across the street and spent the previous three hours throwing up. In the middle of the set, we realized that the rest of the band was playing, nay, ROCKING for about four minutes, but we had never heard this instrumental version before. Where's the singer? I bet you can guess. After a few minutes finally returned from backstage, picked up his guitar and kept right on jamming. Does anyone say jamming anymore? I dunno.
SPECTACULAR!
AND LOUD!
But what a way to end the weekend. Hope May is even sunnier!
love,
*jenna*
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