took myself on a little field trip last month up to the MET:
got some sweet goodness @ Tasti D-lite, because every asshole in new york is at pinkberry now.
the JEFF KOONS exhibit on the roof is up till October 26th btw:
ps. this is the best view in all of NY. handsdown. those green tops you see, are the tops of trees. oh & they serve alcohol. sick. and it’s free to get into the met. aka “donation.” when they ask me for a “donation,” i kindly reply, “i live here, i pay taxes.” and keep walking.
this bad boy below was from the interior of the SS Normandie which later was used as WWII battleship, so gangster in person.
this is around the time i kept bumping into this really cute frenchie, who all he could say to me was, “i like your camera.” i knew that red dot was worth the extra $200. i’m going to meet my soulmate cos of that red dot. just you wait.
this is me trying to take sneaky pics in the SUPERHEROES exhibit:
it closes SEPTEMBER 1st. aka MONDAY. go now. it’s sick.
i got yelled at for taking photos. stupid museums.
this is a picture of my new bedroom suite in the new cribbo. sike.
ok. so i’ve lived here for 13 years.
i’ve never taken the bus. ever. no shit.
this day for my museum day i took the bus. here’s proof.
the bus is awesome. not smelly like the subway. not crowded at 4pm. and the bus driver was super nice to me when i told him it was my first time. virgins. everyone loves a virgin.
i wanted to take his picture too but was too shy to ask.
shut up. it happens. me being shy, that is.
oh and in case you didn’t get the reference in my subject:
ps. you know that background song don’t you?
“lord knows it would be the first time….”
“shy” pfff ha!