MOMA

Yesterday, I had to make a trip to the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) in Manhattan along 5th Avenue.  The trip there was very simple, the train literally stopped about a block away from the museum which was nice.  I went in through the revolving doors and headed towards the information desk.  "That'll by $20," the desk girl said with a big smile.  She then attempted to flirt with me which I was in no mood for after shelling out twenty bucks on a lame school project.  I grabbed the ticket, thanked miss flirty, and headed towards the bag check desk.  Some middle-aged girl with a Russian accent leaned up against the desk and just had that look on her face like she hated life altogether.  Her mood towards me confirmed that hate. I can't really blame her.  Working at a bag check desk at a museum in New York City isn't really high on my list of ideal jobs.  Anyways I checked my bag with the nice lady and headed towards the gallery entrance.  A guy at the gate scanned my ticket and I headed towards the escalators.  I made my way to the 5th floor where the Van Goghs and Picassos were and began looking around.

To my great surprise the females at the MOMA were of very high quality.  It seemed like a pretty artsy girl was around every corner which made my MOMA experience quite a bit better.  I found a Van Gogh painting that I liked, "The Olive Trees," so I took a picture with my phone and took a few notes on it.  I walked around awhile after that looking at just about every painting on the 5th floor.  I finally found a Picasso picture that I liked.  No one was around in this corner of the gallery so I stood there looking at the picture for awhile.  I scribbled a few notes on my notebook and decided this would be great for the project.  I must have been very entranced by this painting because as I was looking at it  I started talking to myself "Okay, so this is cubism, it is dominated by a greenish shade, the shapes are closed, the brushstrokes are shallow, O wow I really have to poop."  I turned to walk away and at some point during my trance a girl had approached the painting and was standing over my left shoulder.  So as I turned to walk away I almost bumped into her and she had this tight lipped grin going on that looked like she wanted to just burst out laughing.  "Well, time to go," I thought to myself, feeling like an idiot.  I blame this situation on the painting more than myself I must say.

As I was making my way to the ground floor I had to take escalator after escalator.  As I was standing on  one of them a scary thought went through my mind, "What if I would trip and fall down these?"  I was comforted by the idea that I would actually fall for a much shorter amount of time than if they would have been actual stairs.  When I got to the ground floor I went back to bag check to pick up my backpack and the same girl was still there.  She handed me my bag and I gave a big "Thanks."  She just looked at me.  Sometimes trying to brighten someone's day is just an impossible thing to do.  Anyways, I grabbed the train back to Kew Gardens and the bus back to campus.  A fairly successful trip I must say.

Cheers,
Bhoov