Van Gogh's Starry Night

Over the weekend, Jeremy and I took a bus trip to New York City. We left Rochester at 2:00am Saturday morning (the bus was a few hours late picking us up) and got back at 4:30am on Sunday morning, so needless to say it was a long day. I severely underestimated how integral sleep, showers and clean bathrooms are to my comfort and general happiness. But all in all, it was a good time, albeit exhausting.

We had planned on going to the Statue of Liberty, but by the time the bus dropped us off in Manhattan and we took the subway to Battery Park, all of the Monument Passes that grant entry into the statue were sold out and the line for the ferry was 1.5 hours long. Rather than wait in line to go out to the island when we couldn't even go inside the statue, we decided to walk around and check out some of the stores and neighborhoods.

We did get to go to the Museum of Modern Art and see Van Gogh's Starry Night, which is one of my favorites. There were a lot of other "interesting" pieces at MoMA, like a performance artist who sits in a chair in silence all day and visitors can go in and sit across from her, a giant purple boat with phallic attachments sewn all over it, what looked to me like a pile of bricks, and a stool with a bicycle wheel attached to it.

Other highlights included a yummy sandwich from a cute little restaurant called the Soy Luck Club, getting frozen yogurt out of an ice cream truck (Rochester totally needs a frozen yogurt truck. It can park right outside my house), and seeing a woman wearing red lace underwear over black pants (I don't know if she was some kind of superhero, some underwear-over-the-pants wearing trendsetter, or just crazy).

New York was nice, but it's definitely good to be home. I do miss that frozen yogurt truck though.

Lyric of the moment: "I am convinced that we should be friends. We compare our hearts to things that fly but cannot land..."