Wow what a crazy awesome week this last one was. Scott and I went to NYC last weekend and (other than promptly dropping my phone into the lake at Central Park, and spending the fourth horribly hungover) it was freaking amazing. I wish I knew how much we walked. It was a lot, that's for darn sure. It's definitely something to get back to DC and feel like you're in the middle of freaking nowhere in some podunk little town. But hey, that's what NYC does to you. And I love it. <3
We hit up the Met, MoMA, the entrance to the Guggenheim, The Book of Mormon show, Esca (a Mario Batali restaurant, which was overrated), several impromptu shows in Central and Union Parks, NYPL, Grand Central Station, Battery Park, Lincoln Center, and pretty much everywhere in between.
My faves:
The American Landscape paintings at the Met. Bierdstat, Cole, Turner... <3 <3 <3. I'd studied these in high school for Academic Decathlon, and it was fabulous seeing them in person, being able to get close to see the details on the leaves and the little scenes within the paintings, such as the artist painting himself painting the scene INTO the scene. That one was a Cole, I believe. Oxbow after a thunderstorm. Will have to check to see if I remember the artist right. Wait, no, that is correct, because you can see his paint case, which has T. COLE on it. Oh, you silly Hudson School founder you. :)
The Book of Mormon - Holy Crap. This was exactly what I was expecting from Parker and Stone as a broadway play, but SO MUCH FUNNIER. It was really witty, and I want to get some of the songs. :)
Seeing the Monets, Picassos, and Van Goghs at MoMA. What more can be said about that?
Chelsea Market for lunch with my cousin. That was such a cool place, and the food was fabulous. Not to mention the people watching. Holy crap. I consider myself a well-dressed person most of the time, but wow what a way to feel like you're the frumpiest person in the world. EVERYONE was dressed so well, and I felt like I had a huge sign on my back that read "TOURIST!!! TOURIST!!! TOURIST!!!" It was our last day there, so I had opted for comfort with some cute capris, a white button down, and tennis shoes. Yet I felt frumpy! Oh well. That's NY I suppose.
NYPL. Oh. My. God. It. Is. Mecca. I cried when I went in to the central building on Fifth Ave. It's just... I am STILL speechless. The items they had on display... holy crap. Books from the fifteenth century, signed and scribbled upon manuscripts, letters, personal effects from people like Bronte, Dickens, Woolf, a composition of Beethoven's, omg. I should have made note of all the fabulous things that really struck me. Now it's a blur of pure awesome. But I am going back, just to revel in how inspirational, grand, and yet personable and relateable building it was. I am in love, pure and simple. I didn't really think that was possible for a building, but then, it is a library.
I can't wait to go back. :)
I'll have better shoes for it, too.