This weekend was awesome. The boyfriend took me to the zoo for the sole purpose of getting to feed a giraffe. And then when the giraffe refused to walk 20 feet to the feeding platform, he waited patiently with the camel in the barn while I cajoled, pleaded, shook my bag of feed and enticed Sydney into the shade and sanctity of his end of the barn, where he then ignored me to eat out of the trough that was a good 10 feet above my head. Oh, but he came around. I was patiently impatient in my waiting. I would have waited a few hours to accomplish my goal. And was it worth it?