Big Apple, take three.
Hola from NYC. I got in yesterday morning, and haven't had a lot of downtime. After Tex and I did our gift swap, we went to a delicious little Italian restaurant called Frank, and then to Washington Square for some walking around. After I dorkily pointed out the exterior of the townhouse used in I Am Legend, we went to the cinema to see Margot at the Wedding. It was easily the most pitch-black dramedy I've seen in recent memory. Nicole Kidman was superb as the most repugnant person I've seen in a long time. Jennifer Jason Leigh and Jack Black were also fantastic, and there were some especially good child actors. Still, I came out of it incredibly depressed, mostly because the depiction of an incredibly dysfunctional family was spot-on, and I was kind of upset that I knew that. But a bottle of reisling and Love Actually helped to restore my faith in humanity.
This morning, we got up, had breakfast at an awesome little bagel joint, then headed to the Met to see some antiquities. We got through ancient Greece and Rome, some of Egypt, and a good portion of the medieval art collection. Also, there was an awesome temporary exhibit on fashion throughout time-- Blog Mode: Addressing Fashion. God, seeing some of those French court dresses up close was something to behold. So unbelievably beautiful and ornate. Got to see a lot of fascinating Galliano and Dior, as well as some of the hand-pleated dresses by Madame Grès. And, uh, a necklace that included several vials of human sperm. Don't worry, I'm not going to attempt to duplicate that any time soon. And the Temple of Dendur was also completely awesome. From there, we walked to Central Park and saw the Jackie O reservoir, then hopped the subway and headed to 7B to watch the Ravens beat the Steelers, then came back for a little downtime. My throat is starting to get sore. I highly suspect this has something to do with hanging with Shaun and Jenny on Friday night and the three of us sharing glasses. Anyway, I would like to not get sick, and I hope my body gets that message loud and clear.
Anywho, we're about to head out for coffee and perhaps some dessert. Brunch tomorrow with Tex's cousin, then going to Macy's so he can pick out an extra tuxedo shirt, then we get ready for this black tie swanky New Year's party thing. God, I can't believe we've got only a little over a day until 2008. Ah well. Arrivaderci, 2007. I learned a lot, but a many of the lessons were painful and not terribly in line with my youthful idealism. On the other hand, I learned the true value of friendship, and that's not worth nothin'.
And, uh, Tex just told me the worst joke in all of history. As an act of contrition, he's making me an icon that states a simple truth: "All your sheets are belong to me."
If I don't post tomorrow, Happy New Year, everybody!
This morning, we got up, had breakfast at an awesome little bagel joint, then headed to the Met to see some antiquities. We got through ancient Greece and Rome, some of Egypt, and a good portion of the medieval art collection. Also, there was an awesome temporary exhibit on fashion throughout time-- Blog Mode: Addressing Fashion. God, seeing some of those French court dresses up close was something to behold. So unbelievably beautiful and ornate. Got to see a lot of fascinating Galliano and Dior, as well as some of the hand-pleated dresses by Madame Grès. And, uh, a necklace that included several vials of human sperm. Don't worry, I'm not going to attempt to duplicate that any time soon. And the Temple of Dendur was also completely awesome. From there, we walked to Central Park and saw the Jackie O reservoir, then hopped the subway and headed to 7B to watch the Ravens beat the Steelers, then came back for a little downtime. My throat is starting to get sore. I highly suspect this has something to do with hanging with Shaun and Jenny on Friday night and the three of us sharing glasses. Anyway, I would like to not get sick, and I hope my body gets that message loud and clear.
Anywho, we're about to head out for coffee and perhaps some dessert. Brunch tomorrow with Tex's cousin, then going to Macy's so he can pick out an extra tuxedo shirt, then we get ready for this black tie swanky New Year's party thing. God, I can't believe we've got only a little over a day until 2008. Ah well. Arrivaderci, 2007. I learned a lot, but a many of the lessons were painful and not terribly in line with my youthful idealism. On the other hand, I learned the true value of friendship, and that's not worth nothin'.
And, uh, Tex just told me the worst joke in all of history. As an act of contrition, he's making me an icon that states a simple truth: "All your sheets are belong to me."
If I don't post tomorrow, Happy New Year, everybody!