My mom got back from the Trump protests and so together we took a trip to the zoo. I’ve always heard Woob posited as the musical history of the kingdom animalia, so I figured there wouldn’t be a better time to listen to it, probably. The zoo was mostly empty spare a couple vape-hitting families with six year old kids holding up their Androids to take photos of the bald eagles with. I’d wanted to go to Newport’s Aquarium for a while now but since they ramped up their ticket prices to higher than an average concert’s, it seemed like a waste of cash especially for a place I’d already been to dozens of times in the past and you could pretty much look at all of it in thirty minutes or less. Not worth it for some cool swordfish, suffice to say. The animals that we did see were elephants, a sad dejected kangaroo sitting sadly by his outpost, and lots and lots of penguins. The zoo’s expansiveness and quality makes it arguably one of Cincinnati’s best attributes. We sadly did not see Lucy, the one eyed alligator who repeatedly rammed against the glass in fury at us last time we saw her, or the two demented monkeys who really liked throwing an ice cube tray around.
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