Good weekend in NY

Saturday I went to CT then NY. Last minute plans. Originally, we were doing 6 Flags, but on Fri we all saw on that the next day would be raining all day with thunder. We’d been to 6 Flags NE earlier this year and saw how paranoid they were after that fat guy died so we knew if it had so much as sprinkled, everything would’ve closed.

Paul made a suggestion to do NYC instead. I loved the idea. Sounded to me much better than 6 Flags. This might actually make up for my last horrible NY thing after the convention.

This isn’t going to be much of an entry since nothing really bad happened. Only bad thing was when Dave threw a spitball at Nicole at Jackson Hole. She was obviously mad at him and rightly so. The next day, he whined to her mom that she was giving him attitude. Loser. So someone invited him. Still unsure who. Bad idea to have him at a museum.

The group was Paul, Nicole, Kumal, Claudia, Dave , and I. Good to have the gang back together. Still sad that Kumal’s wife died, but nice to have him back chillin like before.

So this is what we did. Headed into NYC and very quickly I might add. No traffic, nothing. I still can’t get over how cheap parking is there. In Boston, there aren’t many parking lots anyway and then they’re like $30+/day at that. In NY they are everywhere. There are lots right next to each other. The one we were in at one point had a Saturday special of $7.61 for all day, and that was the more pricey of the ones we saw. I was amazed.

We went to Jackson Hole which was Paul’s main point of coming to NY. All good. I like the place. Giant burgers. Mine was small this time tho. I actually finished the whole thing. Nice thing about this place is that when you order a BBQ burger, they put BBQ sauce on it. Sounds obvious enough, but some places (Red Robin) don’t do that.

After this, we went to the Met cause it’s there. I’ve been dying to go to the MOMA but am always too lazy to trek out there to Queens. Can’t wait till it’s back where it belongs next year.

I am so disappointed in myself. I haven’t looked at or studied art in so long. This is the first time in over a year that I’ve been to a museum. I misidentified almost every modern piece I looked at with an exception of Pollock’s Autumn Rhythm and Rothko’s Number 13 which is hanging in my room anyway so doesn’t count. People asked me, “So what does this mean?” I’m like, “I don’t know.” Very, very disappointing. What has happened to me? I need to read more.

I learned that there’s an African tribe called the Bozos. Yay for that.

One thing that really struck me was this painting in the American gallery by Frederic Edwin Church. Thing is a big enough size and there is detail everywhere. Not just puffy brush strokes to make the tree textures. This guy painted every single leaf on every tree. I was just awe struck. I’m not even much of a realist and I was so in love with this painting that I could not stop looking at it. I can’t imagine how long it took him to do this.

After this, we headed out to Veniero’s for pastries and stuff. There was no parking around tho, so we just got stuff to go. I forgot how much I love that place. Every time I suggest to go, plans either change or something comes up.

This was all the perfect trip to NY. Cheap food and good art. All this, and we actually got home before 1am. Paul and I stayed up playing video games and then us old timers got tired and went to bed. Yay for afternoon meetings. Paul’s meeting was at 1. I got a rough night’s sleep, but sleep nonetheless. Odd dreams kept waking me up and then I’d freak out when I woke up and wondered where I was. Doesn’t happen often but happened a lot that night.

So there was my good NY day trip. More than made up for the horrible one that happened at the beginning of the month? I just have to know who to go with to make it fun. Next time we’ll just leave Dave home.