Fifth Ave Festival

Today, Fifth Avenue was closed from 82nd to 100-and-whatever for the Museum Mile festival. All the museums were open late and teh free. My friend and I went to the Met, which I suppose is the obvious choice, but I happen to like my museums big and full of cranky babies.

We went up to the European Paintings wing, where I said allo to my favorite painting:

Jacques Louis-David, Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier (1743–1794) and His Wife (Marie-Anne-Pierrette Paulze, 1758–1836), 1788

I imagine the scene went something like this...

ANNE-P: Oh hello husband. Working on that oxygen thing again?

LAVOISIER: I forget. Say, your boobs look nice today. My face would like to form a covalent bond with them.

We wandered around the altarpieces for a while, making the lamest of art history jokes (is that one-point perspective in your background, or are you just happy to see me?). It was only a trial version of the Met; they closed off all the awesome stuff like the Medieval wing. I don't care about the Egypt wing--they were just as dead as they were last year. We went through the Francis Bacon exhibit in about a minute, because it was room after room of "Am I freaking you out now? How about NOW?"

When we got back outside, someone had put buckets of chalk on the street, and all the grown-ups drew all over Fifth Ave. I drew George Washington, because he is an American hero.


After that, we got ice cream from a truck and generally made a nuisance of ourselves on the train back downtown. I am sorry if you did not want to hear my impression of Larry King, taciturn riders of the 6, but I will have my funnies whether you like it or not.