moma
renee had been begging me to take her to the moma for the longest time, so finally yesterday we took advantage of the free tickets they hand out on fridays from 4 - 8 pm and checked out some modern art. we walked over there from coral (about 44 blocks) in the rain and stood in an insanely long line, but it was totally worth it. it was nice to see up close and personal all the great works of modern art i'd read so much about and seen in my various art/art history classes, and unlike the guggenheim they let us take pictures. why taking pictures was allowed and talking on cell phones was prohibited is beyond me, however.
roy lichtenstein's girl with ball, a painting i copied for my intro to painting class
andy warhol's campbell's soup cans
we spent about 3 hours in there gazing at art before heading back down to the village, stopping briefly in lord and taylor (where renee looked for dresses) and expressmen (where i picked up a black dresss shirt with white pinstripes that i had wanted for some time). we didn't get to rest at home for long before it was time to head out once again, this time for hinna jay's birthday party at vela 21st. between 5th and 6th avenues. that damn hinna neglected to mention there was a $10 cover, but that's ok. could have been worse. i was semi-hyped to go, but after dancing for a while my enthusiasm started to run out mainly due to all the walking and gallavanting around the city we had done earlier in the day. still, it was enjoyable. i'm not much of a club goer or anything like that, but as long as i'm with renee it tends to be cool since she doesn't mind my atrocious (lack of) dancing skills. hinna was looking radically different in her club clothes and i was like, "damn, is that the same person?" in my mind. then again i don't see her on the street often, and when i do she usually looks all normal and innocent. in the club she was poppin bottles and dishing out vodka and shakin' her ass like there was no tomorrow. and she smoked a joint in the club too, which i found odd just because it was all out in the open like that. but hey...go shawty, it's yo birthday.
roy lichtenstein's girl with ball, a painting i copied for my intro to painting class
andy warhol's campbell's soup cans
we spent about 3 hours in there gazing at art before heading back down to the village, stopping briefly in lord and taylor (where renee looked for dresses) and expressmen (where i picked up a black dresss shirt with white pinstripes that i had wanted for some time). we didn't get to rest at home for long before it was time to head out once again, this time for hinna jay's birthday party at vela 21st. between 5th and 6th avenues. that damn hinna neglected to mention there was a $10 cover, but that's ok. could have been worse. i was semi-hyped to go, but after dancing for a while my enthusiasm started to run out mainly due to all the walking and gallavanting around the city we had done earlier in the day. still, it was enjoyable. i'm not much of a club goer or anything like that, but as long as i'm with renee it tends to be cool since she doesn't mind my atrocious (lack of) dancing skills. hinna was looking radically different in her club clothes and i was like, "damn, is that the same person?" in my mind. then again i don't see her on the street often, and when i do she usually looks all normal and innocent. in the club she was poppin bottles and dishing out vodka and shakin' her ass like there was no tomorrow. and she smoked a joint in the club too, which i found odd just because it was all out in the open like that. but hey...go shawty, it's yo birthday.