You Metcha*

A roof with a view

A friend came to town for the weekend, and wanted to spend some time in the Met.  I could relate.  Each time I visit the museum's familiar halls, I think, "Why don't I come here more often?"  I should go there more often.

Saraceno's rooftop installation / self-portrait

It was a nice day, so we climbed the stairs up to the roof and drank in those park and skyline views.  Amazing.  I should come here more often.

Statue of Diana

Whenever I visit the museum with a friend, I demand to know if they've ever seen "Please Don't Eat the Pictures," and when the answer is (invariably) 'no,' I make them listen to my plot synopsis of this adorable & underrated Sesame Street special from 1983, in which the whole gang (Cookie Monster, Grover, Luis, all of them) get locked in the museum overnight, Big Bird meets an enchanted Egyptian prince, Oscar finds some statues that really speak to him, and everyone learns a valuable lesson about art (and friendship).

[Note: this flick has never been released on DVD (much to my chagrin) (who can I write to about that?) but you can watch it on YouTube!  Start here.  It will save me from having to describe all the incredibly endearing scenes to you, the next time we're at the Met together.]

Warhol exhibit / balloon man in the park

Leaving the museum, it was still nice and light enough for a walk across the park (with more 'art' yet to be seen).  As we wound our way west, I promised myself, "I will come back more often."


*Oy.  That was uncalled for.  Apologies!

Me, Myself, and I

Faces Outside The Met

This little introvert was beginning to sense an impending melt-down.

Not enough 'alone time' will do that.  So I vowed to carve out chunks of time this past weekend, time just for me.  Just for me to hang out with me.

It was long overdue, and it was fan-flippin'-tastic.  Alone time lets me process, and decompress, and re-charge, and re-center, and all that good mumbo jumbo.  Here's how I accomplished that this past Saturday:

Firstly, I hung out with me in a neighborhood coffee shop, catching up on some writing and emailing and such.  Then we put in a brief appearance at the gym.

Afterwards, I dressed up for me and we went to get iced cardamom coffee and we walked across the park. The sky was so blue, and the leaves and grass still summer green, but the temperature was perfectly temperate.  Autumn is at hand!

Faces Inside The Met

On the East side of the park, me and myself sat on a bench and caught up on our New Yorker subscription, while a street musician played the saxophone nearby.

Then we went to The Met, wandering past the Temple of Dendur, checking out some pointillist drawings, loving a street photography exhibit, ending up in the Greek and Roman galleries, which were nearly empty at that time of the evening.  Me and I sat looking at sculptures, and thought of old, old, ancient things. And also about how the busts (above) look a little like that doctor from Grey's Anatomy.  Just sayin'.

After we were done getting cultured, me and I went back west. To home, and dinner, and a movie, and a glass of red wine.  A good day.  A good, good day.

I like hanging out with me.  I'm a lot of fun.    :)

One Content Introvert, signing off,
-K-Dubs