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I've pretty much given up on trying to back-read my friendslist. Damn, but you buggers update a lot. I can't even find how far back I have to skip to get to the beginning of what I've missed. Anything important?
The past few days have been spent in the city, which is not necessarily bad, but usually perilous to my physical self. One day, or even two at a time is all right, but any more than that and things start to happen, like my ankle re-spraining, falling down the subway stairs (oh, god, don't even get me started on how embarassing that was), or losing a flip-flop in a torrential downpour in the middle of chinatown (it went under a taxi--it was bad).
Thus far I have avoided physical injury, although today was a close call. We got a whole mess of thunderstorms all through the day and, typically, I wore flip-flips. And, oh, no, they weren't just any flip-flops. They were the oldest flip-flops I own which have almost nothing left to them and tend to slide spectacularly when I'm near wet anything. We had to stop at a Payless Shoestore so I could buy a pair of sneakers, which is sad, but they're BRIGHT RED, so I feel I came out ahead on that count.
I think I'm a little off my game city-wise, right now. Maybe it's because we got such a rough start yesterday, or maybe it's because I just got back from Florida and my body has decided it is time for not doing anything, or maybe it's just because my heart's not in it, but, either way, it really needs to stop. I have only thrice gone astray in New York City before now and, dude, this is totally ruining my record.
The Cloisters Museum today was beautiful. I'm kind of sad that we didn't get to see it truly shine in the sunlight, since it was either raining or overcast the entire time, but still, the collection was amazing and some of the paintings made me exclaim in geektastic joy, much to the horror of everyone around me. The cafe was outrageous, though. For a tiny little Coke, not even the size of a can--it was some fucked up little glass bottle--it was $2.71. What the hell, cafe, what the hell.
It took us nearly an hour and a half to get home from the city today, though, which kind of sucked. Apparently the lightning storm hit some of the Long Island Railroad's communication lines, so we had to go ridiculously slow all the way to Jamaica. However, I forgave the world when we got back to the car and it had not been towed. We, urm, sort of, er, parked illegally. Woops?
Yesterday, we went to the Morgan Library, which, well, was sort of dissapointing. It was $12 a person and it was kind of snobbish, really. The collection was nice, although I wish they'd had more than just etchings in the section dedicated to Rembrant. They had a lot of beautiful books, yeah, but not all that many of them to see.
A lot of the library was taken up by the small cafe and dining room, which was also ridiculously expensive--one of those places you're expected to order wine with your cheese. I actually thought the best part of the museum was the gift shop, which is kind of saying something. They had a bunch of really off-the-wall stuff there that wasn't even related to the museum itself, which was cool. They had a card I really really wanted to buy for Debbie, too, but it was a little expensive, so I didn't. Phooey.
Just a few days ago, I can't call up the energy to remember which day it was, we also journeyed farther out on the island to Suffolk and saw the Vanderbilt Museum. Never, ever, ever go to this museum. It was one of the least satisfying house-museums I have ever been to in my life. Maybe when they're done with refurbishing some rooms it'll be more worth it, but, ugh, I really can't believe we wasted the gas.
There was an $8 grounds-admission charge, which, fine, would have been okay if there had been anything to do on the grounds. There weren't even any gardens, really. Just grass and stone. To see any interesting part of the house was another $3 for the guided tour, to see the planetarium was also another $3 per show, and the rest of it was all dead things in mason jars. I can't even believe that people still go to this place.
Now, if you wanna see a real beautiful mansion and grounds museum, Old Westbury Gardens is definitely the way to go. We went there last week and it was gorgeous. I've been at least five times and it never stops being awe-inspiring and beautiful. I would get a membership there with no second thoughts if I lived here year-round. And, man, the cafe in the woods there makes excellent ham sandwiches.
We still have not decided what the hell we're going to do tomorrow, which is probably part of our daily problem of "oh shit, we have ten minutes 'till the train, where are we going?" I hurt just thinking about going to another museum tomorrow. What the hell is it with museums and lacking places to sit? The Cloisters was pretty good about having benches ever few rooms, but the others most definitely weren't. Get it together, museums.
In conclusion: I would really enjoy a calf massage right now. And a hot bath. And some chocolate. Mmm.
Thus far I have avoided physical injury, although today was a close call. We got a whole mess of thunderstorms all through the day and, typically, I wore flip-flips. And, oh, no, they weren't just any flip-flops. They were the oldest flip-flops I own which have almost nothing left to them and tend to slide spectacularly when I'm near wet anything. We had to stop at a Payless Shoestore so I could buy a pair of sneakers, which is sad, but they're BRIGHT RED, so I feel I came out ahead on that count.
I think I'm a little off my game city-wise, right now. Maybe it's because we got such a rough start yesterday, or maybe it's because I just got back from Florida and my body has decided it is time for not doing anything, or maybe it's just because my heart's not in it, but, either way, it really needs to stop. I have only thrice gone astray in New York City before now and, dude, this is totally ruining my record.
The Cloisters Museum today was beautiful. I'm kind of sad that we didn't get to see it truly shine in the sunlight, since it was either raining or overcast the entire time, but still, the collection was amazing and some of the paintings made me exclaim in geektastic joy, much to the horror of everyone around me. The cafe was outrageous, though. For a tiny little Coke, not even the size of a can--it was some fucked up little glass bottle--it was $2.71. What the hell, cafe, what the hell.
It took us nearly an hour and a half to get home from the city today, though, which kind of sucked. Apparently the lightning storm hit some of the Long Island Railroad's communication lines, so we had to go ridiculously slow all the way to Jamaica. However, I forgave the world when we got back to the car and it had not been towed. We, urm, sort of, er, parked illegally. Woops?
Yesterday, we went to the Morgan Library, which, well, was sort of dissapointing. It was $12 a person and it was kind of snobbish, really. The collection was nice, although I wish they'd had more than just etchings in the section dedicated to Rembrant. They had a lot of beautiful books, yeah, but not all that many of them to see.
A lot of the library was taken up by the small cafe and dining room, which was also ridiculously expensive--one of those places you're expected to order wine with your cheese. I actually thought the best part of the museum was the gift shop, which is kind of saying something. They had a bunch of really off-the-wall stuff there that wasn't even related to the museum itself, which was cool. They had a card I really really wanted to buy for Debbie, too, but it was a little expensive, so I didn't. Phooey.
Just a few days ago, I can't call up the energy to remember which day it was, we also journeyed farther out on the island to Suffolk and saw the Vanderbilt Museum. Never, ever, ever go to this museum. It was one of the least satisfying house-museums I have ever been to in my life. Maybe when they're done with refurbishing some rooms it'll be more worth it, but, ugh, I really can't believe we wasted the gas.
There was an $8 grounds-admission charge, which, fine, would have been okay if there had been anything to do on the grounds. There weren't even any gardens, really. Just grass and stone. To see any interesting part of the house was another $3 for the guided tour, to see the planetarium was also another $3 per show, and the rest of it was all dead things in mason jars. I can't even believe that people still go to this place.
Now, if you wanna see a real beautiful mansion and grounds museum, Old Westbury Gardens is definitely the way to go. We went there last week and it was gorgeous. I've been at least five times and it never stops being awe-inspiring and beautiful. I would get a membership there with no second thoughts if I lived here year-round. And, man, the cafe in the woods there makes excellent ham sandwiches.
We still have not decided what the hell we're going to do tomorrow, which is probably part of our daily problem of "oh shit, we have ten minutes 'till the train, where are we going?" I hurt just thinking about going to another museum tomorrow. What the hell is it with museums and lacking places to sit? The Cloisters was pretty good about having benches ever few rooms, but the others most definitely weren't. Get it together, museums.
In conclusion: I would really enjoy a calf massage right now. And a hot bath. And some chocolate. Mmm.
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take some days off or somefink...
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It was mean to spend a whole week with you and then have to give you up cold turkey.