Being a Tourist

This weekend has been full of being a tourist. It was a nice break from all the school work and internship work I've been doing lately. Even though both are fun when you're in New York City.

Friday night I went to the Whitney Museum. For those of you who don't know. Most museums in New York have a specific time on a specific day where the price of admission is "pay what you wish" aka. FREE! So. Friday night from 6-9 is that time at the Whitney. It's an art museum that focuses on more contemporary artists. WARNING: this is not a museum for all you people who are on the fence about art. It's a place for people who love art, in all it's forms. The best example of this is the exhibit I went to see. It was a Yayoi Kusama exhibit. Let's just say that her art is slightly psychedelic and obsessive at the same time. I loved it, but then again for those of you who know me, you know I'm weird and I love things that are different, that make you think. And boy did her art make you think. It was great.

Saturday afternoon was much more user friendly. I met up with my friend Diliana down by the Statue of Liberty. No, we didn't actually go out to the statue, but we did see it from Manhattan. I'll have to be a better tourist some time in the future and actually go out to see it. There's a park down there though, where the boats pick you up to take you to the statue, and it's nice. It's nothing like Central Park, but a little bit of green space in this giant city is definitely something to be happy about in whatever form it comes in. There's also some great public art, which brings me to the best part of the afternoon.

As Diliana and I wondered around, on our way to find something to eat, these guys caught our attention. Well, they caught every one's attention. They were obviously setting up for something and trying to get a bunch of people to watch. The looked fancy in their track suits, but all I kept thinking was that they must be really hot (I myself was sweating and I was standing half in the shade). Anyway, they got their gathering and then proceeded to dance and do tricks while the leader would yell funny things out to the crowd and the other four guys would finish his sentences. A common theme was that they were big black guys, but they weren't going to rob us. They did wander around with giant trash bags before the big finale in order to get some money though and whenever someone gave them five dollars or more they would give a shout out to the country the person they were from. There were Brazilians, Italians, Floridians, and Texans. It was great to actually see that New York really is a mixing place for a million different kinds of people.

Back to the show. The big finale was that one of the guys did a front tuck over six people who were bent at the waist with their hands on their legs. Very impressive. And he even managed a round-off layout at the end of it. For those of you who didn't do gymnastics, we'll just say that he did a flip over people and then did some more flips right after, just because he could. Very impressive.

Now I'd like to take some time out for a life lesson.

This one I will call...Purple Leggings. On my way back to my building after my internship one day I found myself behind a girl. I found myself behind a girl wearing purple leggings as pants. They didn't look too bad and it would have been fine, but as I was taking in this sight I realized something. With how tight her leggings were, they became a little bit see-through. Now even that might have been okay....who am I kidding, it wouldn't have been okay even at that. But what made it even worse was that I could see that he underwear had writing on the butt. Now once I realized this I quickly averted my eyes and refused to look at this girl anymore so I can't tell you what her behind said. I did believe that this lesson should be shared though.

So girls, and some of you guys, be sure to wear appropriate underwear with your see-through leggings, or know that people will be slightly disgusted.

That's all for now.

Farvel.

Kim.