What the hell?

It's Friday

And all I'm prepared to do is nothing. Hanging out with friends is tiring. I'm getting old. And I figured out how to smuggle illicit material into the Met.

Since when does the entrance 'donation' cost $12.00????

Sweet pearl. Aside from the bitter cold I endured walking countless blocks west of the Lexington line, I trudged into the museum an hour late to meet Lila. The desk dude sent me to another desk dude when I volunteered I had a computer and camera in my backpack. First desk dude never even looked in my bag. Neither did the second dude. He simply asked for me to turn on my laptop. Once I did that, presto! Yellow approved post-it provided. Which entitled me to carry a backpack through the museum. Mind you, I didn't particularly want to carry a heavy bag for hours. So I tried to check it.

The coat check is NOT responsible for ensuring the return of the enclosed items. WHat the hell? You give me a ticket, I come back, that's it. But no. So I called Lila using my cell phone (another no-no) and planned to meet later.

Feh.

Going backwards a day, The Vagina Monologues with Eve Ensler performing solo was amazing. I laughed and cried. And I want a book.

Skipping back to yesterday, jazz night at the Torch Club was not as advertised.

First of all, there was no jazz.
Secondly, it started late.
Thirdly, it ended early.

Ok, ok. The woman singer was incredibly talented, and she performed a mixture of pieces. Discussion was delightful with E and Good. And surprisingly affordable. A glass of house merlot runs at $4. Whee. Afterwards we tried out a french place I have to ask E the name of. LOVED it.

And I had a Hallmark moment today (no really), when I opened my mail. A good friend sent me a card for no official holiday reason.

Thank you.

posted by irene @ 1/24/2003 07:27:00 PM