Thursday the plan was to head to the Moma. Hurray! Out of all of the museums in New York, this was the one that the most people had said that I must go to.
I take the subway rather than biking, because I don't want to be a sweaty disgusting exhausted mess when I get there. The visit starts off with snotty museum staff who are unpleasant and who also force me to check my bag, even though it is tiny, and I later see people with unchecked messenger bags on their backs. I put my valuables into a small plastic sac that they provide, and I'm off. There are designated times to visit the special Matisse exhibit, and mine is now, so I head straight to the 6th floor.
Turns out that I really like modern art. The Pompidou was my favourite in Paris, and I think that the MoMa was my favourite here, followed closely by the Brooklyn Museum (the equivalent, in my mind, of the Musee D'Orsay).
I'll be honest... I 'm not really in a writing mood at the moment, and I don't really have any idea what to say right now.
I walked around the MoMa, took a shit ton of photos, took a video or two, got some espresso ice cream and sat in the sculpture garden in the sunshine. I was vaguely irritated when I realized that my book was in my backpack in coat check so that I couldn't read it while I was enjoying my ice cream, but I got over it pretty quickly. It was warm and lovely all day. I spent something like 4 hours at the MoMa, and if you go with your ticket from the same day, you can get into PS1 for free. I google mapped my route (thankfully, just about all museums have free WiFi. Hurray!!), then hopped on the subway. I realized rather quickly that I had gotten on the train going in the wrong direction. Womps! I get on the train in the right direction and 20 minutes later, I am there.
Sadly, there are no photos allowed in the PS1. This is extra sad because the building is AMAZING!! AMAZING. It's an old school building and it's full of exposed brick, and moody stairwells, and crown molding and creaky wood floors. I WANTED TO TAKE PHOTOS SO FUCKING BADLY!!!! A friend pointed out later that I could have easily snuck some photos, but I always hate it when I see people ignoring photo rules for museums and I would rather not be a hypocrite about these things.
Got home, made some dins and then headed to the Brooklyn Bridge Park to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade with some friends. Woot!! When I got there, it was packed. PACKED. I tried to find a spot where we could all fit in (I was the first one there), but it was just not happening. I asked some people if they were using the foot of space in front of them, and they got insanely grumpy, saying "well, we were planning on lying down for the movie". Are you fucking kidding me?? This is a PACKED park space and you are going to be the obnoxious jerks that take up as much space as humanly possible so that a lot of people can't actually watch the movie. you are awesome. I walked away, and I guess that they felt badly because they later made room and said that I could sit by them. There was EASILY room for a few more people, but they had been so weird that I didn't want to tell others to come and sit near me. After 20 minutes of sitting alone, I got a text from Jenner saying he was sitting with some friends over the hill, so I decided that I could watch Indy another time and that I would rather sit with some friends. Hurray!
Drank beers and chatted and laughed in the park then headed home for hangouts and a few more beers before bed time.
Today I spent the morning reading in the sun in the park, and then came home to try to make room on my computer (my compact flash card was full yesterday), to recharge all of my cameras and such.
Tonight I'm bowling at Brooklyn bowl and then who knows. Last weekend in New York!
Meep!
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