Eventually I hauled Gary out of bed and we went to the zoo for the first time in a few years. All new zoo. They've rearranged everything so it is possible to go through the zoo and not set eyes on what they now call "Historic Hill." You have to make a special detour to visit the (admittedly historic) flight cage.
Okay, on closer analysis of the old and new maps, it seems what I did was skip the entire east half of the zoo. I suppose I just thought the giraffes were in storage. That may account for the "jamais vu" feeling.
However, these things really were new:
New rides. A motion simulator and a carousel. Rides? At a zoo? I suppose the little kids need rides to avoid seeing the African elephants swat their massive penises with their massive feet and trunks. I don't remember seeing the crazy sex party that is the chimp exhibit. What I remember from chimp house on "Historic Hill" is a discreet sign asking "What is wrong with their butts?"
Entrance. We were both very proud of all the new zoo features, such as the bridge to get in dedicated to the boy who was killed by the traffic at the entrance. (I assume that's what the dedication was about; perhaps some very very wealthy boy has his "own" zoo now and a plaque to prove it.)
Lines. As soon as we found the new sea lion exhibit was sold out, we decided to take a stand against anything that required tickets or lines. Screw you, puffins and penguins. It allowed us to keep believing our zoo is free.
A bench. I don't know how old this bench is, but it was a shock to plop down, glance at the bench, and see that I formerly worked for the bench donor. I'm familiar with seeing TeddyJ's name plastered all over everything, but this was the first time I saw something donated by Elliott.
(Gary is surprised too.)
* Perhaps all I need to sate my hunger for new experiences is to go through the grocery starting on the opposite side.