Sunday, September 21, 2014

Will Cotton and Milk Shakes

On a day when we were both finally free, S and I decided to meet up at a gallery to see Will Cotton's artwork.  I found her on the street about to cross, wearing a "look at my rib shirt."  It's all the rage in Europe, you know.  (I'm completely making this up). Later on, we saw a girl wearing the same kind of shirt with only a bra under it.  Now, that's really what the rage is in Europe.  (or not. whatever).

Will Cotton had one piece in the show called Look At Me. That's exactly what Eddie's neice always says, so I walked around the entire exhibit repeating, Look at me! Look at me! in much the same way.  It's fun to say.

In addition to the Will Cotton piece, there were a bunch of other portraits and one short film of a naked lady getting water sprayed at her.  We caught it midway through, so we waited for it to loop around. She never looked very happy about the whole water situation though we could not figure out if she was walking through water or getting it sprayed at her or dumped on her.  It looked cold.

A while back, we went to see an entire Will Cotton exhibit, and we weren't supposed to take pictures.  When S was admiring one of the paintings, I stepped back and got a shot of her looking at it, and that became the best picture ever.  So here, where photograph was allowed or at least no one cared enough to tell us not to take pictures, we recreated the moment and I can actually show it now without fear of copyright infringement. Hopefully.

Since we were in the neighborhood, we stopped by Dylan's Candy Bar when we were done looking at the me's.

Then, because I had two free gift cards to Big Daddy's, we walked down to Big Daddy's.  S noted, "This is kind of like us doing a 5 K."  Yes, yes it was.  From all the way uptown to all the way downtown, walking through that weird area of  Park Ave where it stops and starts and cars are overhead, block after very long block, by the time we got there, we were hungry.  It was good timing because all the apps were half price so we split 'em, I got a salad, and we wound up paying for only the milkshakes.
This is the "look at my rib" shirt. S wears a tank top under hers, which is all the rage in the land of being appropriate.

And of course, I not only noticed but found the need to point out this grammatical error on the menu.

Just like sounds! I'm an asshole!

 Once rested and full, we took our milkshakes to go and headed out to some subway station or other.  We passed by Madison Square Park and I remembered, Free public art!  I'd wanted to see some sculptures, and as an added bonus we also saw fake pigeons because NYC doesn't have enough real ones.

Rachel Feinstein: Folly

Rachel Feinstein: Folly

Rachel Feinstein: Folly
These are not real!

From there, S found her subway and I walked to Penn to

1. take an off-peak train


2. to walk off the milkshake.  I'd hadn't had a milkshake in years and years, and it took all my willpower to not curl up and roll myself back to the station.  So worth it, though.  So totally worth it.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You, you may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will live as one

Friday, September 5, 2014

DC Wins Over Maui Part VI

The hotel bill waiting for Eddie and me in the door reflected a penny charged and a penny returned to my credit card for parking.  Hooray!  We'd be able to leave the hotel without any parking problems.  Unless they deactivated the cards before we left.  Unless the yellow caution tape ensnared our car.  Neither of those things happened.  We took one last glance at the Pentagon as we headed out of DC.
Worst photo of the Pentagon ever. Thanks, Obama.
Instead of heading straight home, we planned to stop off in Baltimore to see the Inner Harbor and pass by the sports stadiums.  In doing so, we somehow added hours onto our trip home according to the GPS, which I simply could not comprehend.  But we were en route already, so we dealt with it.

We passed by Camden Yards and where the Ravens play.  It was still really early, so the harbor was not crowded at all.  We found parking and walked to the water to see the boats because that's what you do when you're at a harbor.  Some sort of convention had to be going on, because we also saw a lot of people dressed rather interestingly.

Eddie's obsession with ducks -- "look at their feet!"

Sports happen here

See? Interesting
Also, there was a trolley.  We did not take the trolley.  Eddie, however, got a kick out of this:
"What if you're 101?" Good question, love.

 Right in the middle of the plaza was a huge granite block with twisted iron on top.  I immediately told Eddie that it had to be something about September 11.  I didn't know this was here.  We walked over and one of the Harbor Guides explained to me that the hash-marks line up with the shadow of the building behind us.  It was the Trade Center in the harbor.  Well, that did it.  I thanked her and quickly walked away because I was already in tears, and Eddie, having no idea what was going on because of course he wasn't paying attention to what the woman was explaining to me, was chasing after me and asking me what happened.  I sat on a bench and finally explained to him what it was and he was like, Ohh, yeah, I didn't hear her say that.  You think? I usually do not cry in public, but this was unexpected.  I was wearing sunglasses, so no one could really see I was crying, and I wasn't sobbing like a lunatic, so it all worked out okay.  I returned to the plaza and read the explanation of what was there.  It was a really nice tribute.  And a great way to start the morning with all the crying and people with computers on their heads.

We stopped for breakfast at the Corner Bakery Cafe. I found my new favorite breakfast item, and I want to learn how to make it at home: Chilled Swiss Oatmeal.  I scarfed down the entire bowl at an embarrassing rate. And then we headed out to go home.
We stopped at the same rest stop as we did on the way down.  There we found the world's most popular Wendy's.  The line was 40 people deep and not budging.

I snacked on whatever we had left in snacks as Eddie waited and eventually got food.  It was nice to take a break there because the rest of the way home was a long drive complete with hours of traffic.  I drove quite a bit, though, according to my husband aka A Beautiful Mind, I drove an hour and 26 minutes.  How did he figure that out?  Something about when the GPS said we'd arrive home when I started and when I said I wanted to pull over.  I pointed out that the ETA on the GPS doesn't change when we sit in traffic or when we stop.  Math skillz.
Apparently 3 minutes
 We switched driving in Jersey for the ride home through Staten Island because that's where all the scary crazy traffic is, and since Speedy Baddriverson rear-ended me, I'm not too keen on driving in mayhem.  As Eddie took the wheel, I was able to do this:

And that was the line of relief.  Though it took about another hour and a half to get home, we were in New York and being in New York always feels so very good no matter how great it was to be away.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

DC Wins Over Maui Part V

Having seen enough of historical places and objects, Eddie and I planned to go to Maryland to see National Harbor and then over to Georgetown because, you know, I've heard good things.  But first, we found a diner for breakfast.  We actually got out of the parking garage without issue and headed out to the Metro 29 Diner after searching online for diners, and when we got there, we saw this poster.
That's Guy Fieri.  He visited for Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, which meant that this diner should be special.  What was special about it was its very high prices for things like a bowl of cereal and some milk.  The menu listed "signature" omelettes, and if you wanted to change anything about them, you need to pay an extra 2 bucks for each change. Their "signature" omelets included a Denver Omelet and a Western Omelet.  You know, the kind that you can find in every diner.  But, signature, as in "we were on DDD so we're gonna do whatever the heck we want."  The service was also really slow, and the pancakes Eddie ate and the waffle I ate were good diner food, but nothing signature or pricey about them.  It was a lot of food though, so we were not exactly ready to eat anything by the time we drove over to National Harbor, which meant that we could not indulge in most of what the harbor had to offer, which was yummy restaurants.

National Harbor also had a huge London-eye-like structure that Eddie wasn't too keen on because it was high and you stayed up in the air for a long time.  I didn't care either way because I was there to see the man in the sand. The Awakening is some sort of art.  A man is coming out of the sand.  We found it immediately because it's colossal (hmm, colossus?) and we also found little children running all over him.  We stayed above the sand and checked him out from there.

Hey, look! Hawaii.

 We found some cool shops and then took a rest by the water.  The skies were clear and the sun was bright.  There was not a tropical storm as there was over in Hawaii.
See me?

What about this would make you want to eat at this restaurant?  In case you don't understand what it is, it's a flabby fat naked man on a turtle.  Still don't understand it?  I don't either.

They were giving away free tastes and I got all excited but it was vanilla.  Eh, FREE is FREE.

Some of my favorite art from the cute artsy stores

Love this

Love this too

And this is when Eddie said to me, it's so bright out!
Stylin in some newly purchased shades
We sat on some benches after visiting pretty much every store around that was not selling food.  That's when Eddie basically said he was tired of walking around and looking at things.  Being in DC on vacation is the definition of walking around and looking at things, but I know what he meant.  So we headed back towards DC to visit Georgetown and eat lunch at Pinstripes, a restaurant I'd found online that boasted not only good food but also bocce and bowling.  Couldn't go wrong with that.

Getting into Georgetown was not easy.  We crossed a bridge three times until we were able to not be in a turning lane to get back onto the bridge.  However, our trip that morning and crossing over the bridge a bunch of times meant that I could do this:

Georgetown is a really pretty town once you get into it.  We went to Pinstripes first, and the service was excellent as was the decor.  We got bread that was to die for, and then our orders came really quickly.  Eddie got a cheeseburger, and it was a very large cheeseburger with lots of fries.  Also, the server kept giving him new Cokes when he was only halfway through with the one he had.  I got a veggie burger and expected what I usually get at places--a flimsy little pattie that was heated up from being frozen.  Instead, the server came over with a large wooden platter that had a very large homemade veggie burger that I think was made from red quinoa plus a mixed greens salad and some pickled veggies on the side.  The server kept bringing me ice teas as I sipped them.  As we ate, we realized that we were not yet ready to eat after the large expensive breakfast, but the food was so friggin good that we shoved it down, took breaks, and shoved more down.  During the breaks, we eavesdropped on a conversation happening a few tables over to figure out whether or not the two people were on a first date.  We determined that it wasn't a first date but it might have been a third or fourth.  Because we're obviously experts.
I can't find the words to describe how good this was.
After eating to the point of almost throwing up, we walked--very slowly--around town.  Even though we were not into walking around and looking at things, the things here were different, so it was a nice time.  So pretty.

This was a very long line for a famous cupcake shop.

I think this is the Kennedy Center but I could be making that up completely.

Now we both have sunglasses!

There was a woman next to us who started talking to herself so we walked away and sat on a bench.
As we walked, suddenly rain came down.  It wasn't a huge rain storm or even a lot of rain, but the drops were big splats.  Eddie was like, What do we do?  I was like, Eh keep walking.  So we walked in the rain and sat in the rain and then the rain stopped and we sat in the sun and it was all very pretty.

We enjoyed the sitting and relaxing so we decided to do more of that by seeing a movie.  We were down the block from an AMC and I had free gift cards, so we can call that serendipity.  Or being prepared.  I carry them around just in case.  We decided to see Lucy because the radio ads made it sound amazing.  Morgan Freeman.  Brain capacity.  Scarlett Johansson.  Drugs.  It had to be good.

Lucy was the worst movie I've seen in a theatre in a really long time.  Whoever created the commercial should have directed the movie because the advertising for it was much better than the actual film.  It involved drug trafficking, superpowers that were used only sometimes but not in times when they'd be most effective, and some weird robot need to remember love but not really.

Oh, and this happened.
Inappropriate barefootedness.  Get some shoes, woman!
The movie, and our loathing of it, rejuvenated us as we made our way back through DC to our hotel.  We got into the parking garage without issue!  Well, we had no issue with entering, but I had a slight issue with all the yellow caution tape that made it look like one huge crime scene.
It was sagging in some areas where we saw people unsure of whether or not they could back their cars out.  Up closer, I could read the fliers that said they simply did not want people parking in those spaces over the next few days.  Phew, so no murder had occurred, but a simple heads up would have been nice, perhaps an announcement or sign prior to entering the garage would have been sufficient.

After listing every single idiotic thing about the movie, we ventured out and about in Crystal City.  There wasn't much to do or see, but we made a time of it.  We found a cute and pretty park a few blocks away, and the park had a snack stand, and we were all about snacks.  Then I was all about the signs all over the city that describe it.

It was a good way to end our last night in Crystal City, snacks and no crime scenes.