Anthony and I were standing on line at The Met as I was figuring out how to politely ask for change when I handed over a 20 dollar bill when the suggested admission was even more. A museum employee came over and announced to the line that we were on the credit card only line. That's when my dilemma turned into how I was going to say Put five dollars on this please without sounding cheap. However, I did just that and the cashier asked, For both of you? I said, No, only me. So I didn't appear as cheap as I could have! Anthony didn't need to pay anything because of one of his education passes. Off we went to possibly find the exhibits we wanted to say.
Getting around the Met, even with their map, is near impossible. Usually I roam around and bump into cool stuff until I find myself in the Egyptian room and then find the exit from there.
We did manage to find the photography exhibits pretty quickly. The world of photoshop was on display (not its official name, but I know it was something about manipulating photos). But first, I found this little piece of wonder--a piece of art you're allowed to touch!
Okay, technically you're not supposed to touch the art. You're supposed to touch the velvet drape to see the art being protected from the light behind it. I wouldn't have known that until my brother picked it up and I was like, You can't touch anything! And he was like, You're supposed to...what did you think...that was the art? In my defense, I've seen a lot of crap called art, so a piece of velvet hanging on a wall could very well be art.
We then found another photography exhibit that I hadn't realized would be animated. It was actually very neat. The photographer took pictures from a cab with a camera that takes action photos and then strung them together and its all in a slo-mo video. The drawback is that it's about an hour long. We stood in the dark room and watched about ten minutes of it and then decided we'd had enough. We couldn't see anyone standing there for a full hour. I mean, you see one slo-mo person staring at the camera in wonderment, you'd seen them all.
The Eggleston exhibit was nearby, so we went through that. It was neat. Then we found a container of bottle caps that's called art and figured it's something that either of us could do in our own homes and call it art.
We went down the stairs, passing by a very scary Kiki Smith piece hanging off the wall.
Anthony found Mao and I found an old guy's ass.
And then we found Mark. The cool thing about Mark is that it's a huge painting that looks like a photograph. Actually, everything about Mark is cool. Mark is our new friend.
We rode the glass elevator between floors and wound up on a weird halfway between floors floor. We got back on the elevator and then found some stairs. We found a third floor and then went down some other stairs. We went through some Fashion of Impressionism exhibit that was packed. Packed! Who knew so many people wanted to look at frumpy dresses?
Then, we saw this:
Then we stumbled upon Egypt. Meaning, it was time to go.
Then we found it. It was the Dairy! Of course, the Dairy. See? Milk is involved.
Also at that point, we found that we were zigzagging. There's really no possible way to walk to where you want to go in the park. If you want to go downtown, you can't also go across. It's just impossible. So by the time we got to the south end, we'd walked from east to west, but then back to the east, so once more, I had to go west so I could catch my line. He came with to get to the 7, which apparently is the most convenient line ever, but first, one last stop in the park.