The One that Got Outta Town
Guys, thank you so much for all of your sweet notes and comments about the film option! I was out of town all weekend (will get to that in a second), which ended up being a small blessing in disguise since I couldn't angst over my face and the crummy summary I wrote in approximately two seconds being posted all over the internet. Stressful! Before I launch into my super-fun weekend, I did want to explain something about the title, Black is the Color, since I saw questions about it floating around here and there and I realized that I don't think I've talked about it at all. The line is from a Bob Dylan song, "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall," specifically this verse:
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one? I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
To the people who oh-so-helpfully informed me in the most condescending tone possible that black is not, in fact, a color, but the absence of color--yes, I know. I may "only write YA," but I did get basic art education. And this is addressed in the story (the line "black is the absence of color" actually appears in the text), so you will have to wait and see 1) how the title actually figures into the story thematically and 2) if I even get to keep the title.
So! This past weekend I took the Bolt Bus down to Washington, D.C. with my roommate, Julia, to see our friend Andrea. To shake things up a little bit, we also planned a trip down to Williamsburg so they could see the sights... but mostly because I really, really, really wanted some Sno-to-Go.
On first glance, Sno-to-Go is nothing more than a shack that's timeshared with a fine jewelry resale store (I know.) and isn't even operational for most of the year. But, oh my God, when it is... this is the kind of shaved ice that the Olympians would have eaten. They squeeze ambrosia into the different flavors, and even when you've eaten an extra-large helping which is twice the size of your head, your stomach still cries out in desperation for more. They sell "stuffed" snowballs, which basically means that they layer in some of the best soft serve ice cream in the world into the shaved ice. My favorite is stuffed Frog in a Blender, which is an explosion of lemon, lime, and watermelon in your mouth and just SO DAMN GOOD. Not exaggerating. I once saw a car get into a four-car accident trying to make a suicide turn into the Sno-to-Go parking lot.
I walked them around campus and brought them over to Swem (the library) to see my Swem desk. Naturally, someone was sitting in it. The entire room was empty, save for the one chair and desk. So, there you go. It really was the best seat in the house. I'd do mortal combat for it any day of the week.
While we were eating Cheese Shop sandwiches out by the Sunken Gardens and listening to this awesomely terrible cover band massacre London Calling, we saw two girls set up a hammock on one of the huge old trees that line the Sunken Gardens. I've never seen anyone do this before, but it's kind of genius and I wish I'd gotten a picture (or thought to do this while I was, you know, actually still a student there).
(Obligatory picture with the TJ statue in CW. We had to wait two hours for an elderly gentleman in fluorescent yellow shorts to get up from the bench before we could get pictures.)
Other Williamsburg highlights: - Going into Wythe candy shop - Stealing samples from the Peanut Shop - Walking all of my favorite nature paths through campus and having Andrea and Jules confirm that, indeed, it feels like summer camp at times - Somehow managing to navigate ourselves to Historic Yorktown's beach despite having zero sense of direction between the three of us.
Other D.C. highlights: - Running around in the freezing rain with Jules on Friday and finding strange, new museums to duck into. Could have done without the mile and a half walk from Foggy Bottom to the Spy Museum, though. That was some serious New Yorker hubris on our part. "Oh, a mile? That's doable. A few scattered thunderstorms? No prob!" And then we didn't even end up going to the Spy Museum! The line was too long, so we ducked into the National Portrait Gallery and had second lunch (or lunch dessert), and talked seriously about borrowing some of the adorable ginger children running around for hugs. - Catching up with one of my good friends who's currently interning at the White House, and getting awesome stories out of him - Rewatching old Reba music videos (prepare yourself for a post on this later in the week--this stuff is too amazingly good not to share with a new generation) - Seeing the lion cubs play with each other at the National Zoo (soooo cute)
Driving to and from D.C., and then through Virginia, made me realize how much I missed just being able to hop in a car and get out of town. Driving around Virginia, in particular, just fills my little heart with glee. Most of Black is the Color is set in Virginia, and many of the interstates and highways we took figure into the story. Here's the 64 at sunset:
How was your weekend? To those observing it, did you have a lovely Easter?