And so life goes
This weekend, as most weekends lately, I came up to visit Derek. He was supposed to visit me, but his parents gave him tickets to an Aussie Pink Floyd coverband for Saturday, and so I came up again instead. Saturday, then, was mostly spent doing laundry and then going to the concert.
As we were going to the laundromat, I asked Derek if he'd ever tried to pick up girls there, and he told me that he never saw girls his age or his type there, and he wouldn't know how to pick one up that wouldn't be creepy anyway. So of course I had to prove him wrong, and when I saw a girl that looked about his age (she was exactly his age, I later found out) I started talking to her about socks. She has just moved to NY and was working for a non-profit and was activisty and seemed really nice. But even after I did all that work, Derek did not manage to ask for her number or anything. I hope he runs into her again though.
The concert was okay, but it was very long and we spent most of it standing, and it was not really a good standing-concert. It was more enjoyable after we gave up and went upstairs to sit down. What I really liked though, was a round projection screen behind the band with LED lasers about it and to quote Derek, "1995-style computer graphics" playing on it. Ok, some of the graphics wee silly, but I liked the others in their retro-future feel. I would really love to go to a party or a dance club where they had something like that. Laser lights, a disco ball, and rotating flying Dali clocks projected on a circular screen--what could be better for dancing?
Then yesterday we met up with Anna aliterati, An mizo_no_oto, Alexandra and their friends Catherine and Adam at the Met for tea. Gina a_priori was supposed to come too, but sadly could not make it. (Gina, I missed you! Hope you feel better.) It was fun, as well as grounds for me to think some more on the implosive tendencies of circles of friends from different areas of one's life.
However, I shall say that tea at the Met is totally not worth it. Since it's museum food, of course everything there is ridiculously expensive--five dollars for a measly cupcake--but it's also not even that great for the expense! If I am going to pay lots of money for something because OMG! it's at a museum and everything is marble and fancy, I should at least get my little sliver of cupcake on a nice china plate and my tea in a cute little cup and feel all elegant and such. Instead, everything was in paper cups and plastic wrap. That is fail. I am once more reminded of France, where if things weren't always cheap, at least museum cafeterias had nice cutlery.
To justify our tea we then went to look at the Dutch Master painters exhibit, which was funny because I think most of us weren't too thrilled with it (only a few really good things there) and Derek had also just been to it the week before with family, and Anna kept coming up to everyone and asking "should we go to another exhibit maybe?" and yet we never did. As the museum was closing and we were going though the last rooms though, Derek saw a Bosch painting that caught his attention, because of course it would. Boys I date are so predictable.
Afterward An had to go, and other people dropped off too, but Derek, Anna, Alexandra and I all ended up going out to dinner at a nearby Thai place that was really good. Derek is now possessed by a desire to learn how to make avocado curry. Also, why does everyone get to work as a waiter somewhere but me?
The rest of the evening was mostly uneventful, avocado curry being obviously the highlight of any day. And now I have still to leave NY even though I should have been in Jersey hours ago. Oops.
As we were going to the laundromat, I asked Derek if he'd ever tried to pick up girls there, and he told me that he never saw girls his age or his type there, and he wouldn't know how to pick one up that wouldn't be creepy anyway. So of course I had to prove him wrong, and when I saw a girl that looked about his age (she was exactly his age, I later found out) I started talking to her about socks. She has just moved to NY and was working for a non-profit and was activisty and seemed really nice. But even after I did all that work, Derek did not manage to ask for her number or anything. I hope he runs into her again though.
The concert was okay, but it was very long and we spent most of it standing, and it was not really a good standing-concert. It was more enjoyable after we gave up and went upstairs to sit down. What I really liked though, was a round projection screen behind the band with LED lasers about it and to quote Derek, "1995-style computer graphics" playing on it. Ok, some of the graphics wee silly, but I liked the others in their retro-future feel. I would really love to go to a party or a dance club where they had something like that. Laser lights, a disco ball, and rotating flying Dali clocks projected on a circular screen--what could be better for dancing?
Then yesterday we met up with Anna aliterati, An mizo_no_oto, Alexandra and their friends Catherine and Adam at the Met for tea. Gina a_priori was supposed to come too, but sadly could not make it. (Gina, I missed you! Hope you feel better.) It was fun, as well as grounds for me to think some more on the implosive tendencies of circles of friends from different areas of one's life.
However, I shall say that tea at the Met is totally not worth it. Since it's museum food, of course everything there is ridiculously expensive--five dollars for a measly cupcake--but it's also not even that great for the expense! If I am going to pay lots of money for something because OMG! it's at a museum and everything is marble and fancy, I should at least get my little sliver of cupcake on a nice china plate and my tea in a cute little cup and feel all elegant and such. Instead, everything was in paper cups and plastic wrap. That is fail. I am once more reminded of France, where if things weren't always cheap, at least museum cafeterias had nice cutlery.
To justify our tea we then went to look at the Dutch Master painters exhibit, which was funny because I think most of us weren't too thrilled with it (only a few really good things there) and Derek had also just been to it the week before with family, and Anna kept coming up to everyone and asking "should we go to another exhibit maybe?" and yet we never did. As the museum was closing and we were going though the last rooms though, Derek saw a Bosch painting that caught his attention, because of course it would. Boys I date are so predictable.
Afterward An had to go, and other people dropped off too, but Derek, Anna, Alexandra and I all ended up going out to dinner at a nearby Thai place that was really good. Derek is now possessed by a desire to learn how to make avocado curry. Also, why does everyone get to work as a waiter somewhere but me?
The rest of the evening was mostly uneventful, avocado curry being obviously the highlight of any day. And now I have still to leave NY even though I should have been in Jersey hours ago. Oops.