Over a week’s gone by since I’ve written a new post. I feel obligated now to update this.
I still have to complete “the empire state (part 2),” so I will give it to you in a nutshell with as much as I can remember to start this string of posts off.
Our first mission once we were in Manhattan on Friday was to ride the Staten Island Ferry instead of paying the twelve bucks to ride the tourist ferry to check out the Statue of Liberty. The ride was only a transfer from the subway, so that did not cost us anything extra. One-way consumed half an hour, so the trip was an hour in itself plus having to hoof it to the ferry and around the financial district of Manhattan and riding the subway to get to our destination.
We finished our shopping in that area which included one last trip to Century 21, a department store that Texas does not have. I got Mare a Free People stylish sweater that I could see someone on the red carpet wearing.
We planned on taking up the free admission to MoMA that was to begin from 4pm-8pm. We made it to the museum at 5pm with a good-sized line to greet us. The line moved quick as people just grabbed a ticket from the lady at the counter as she just kept the cardboard slips lined up. We were at the security gates when one of the guards told me I had to check in my backpack at the coatcheck.
I fell in line at the coatcheck and realized that the line was long enough that I might as well have been waiting for a roller coaster at the peak hour of theme park. Time was wasting, and I also wanted to check out the Guggenheim during their pay as you wish time which was 545pm-745pm, so I said screw that and made my way to the subway to get on a train headed toward the Guggenheim.
My bro later informed that MoMA didn’t have any Warhol on display, and the main highlight he could remember were the Van Gogh drawings so I felt like I didn’t miss much. MoMA is within the heart of tourist Manhattan, so it figured that it’d be so crowded on a Friday evening especially when the admission doesn’t cost a dime.
I made it to the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, waited in line not too long, paid the suggested donation of six dollars and went directly to the coatcheck to drop off my backpack and jacket. To my surprise, only one person was at the coatcheck to pick up his belongings, the complete opposite of the roller coaster line at MoMA.
I enjoyed Guggenheim greatly. The building was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright and features a central spiral inside a rotunda. Instead of walking stairs, you eventually go up by just walking straight. Three galleries were featured. One was a collection of photographs from the early 20th century which also had some photomontages. The display that took up most of the museum featured an artist named Richard Prince. His work was interesting. Most of it could be considered found art, some of it were minimalist, and some of it was questionable. My favorite exhibit was a private collection that contained some actual Van Gogh paintings.
I stayed until close, ate some food and ventured back to the motel via the subway. We had to be up early for the wedding the next day.
Saturday was mostly consumed by the wedding that took place in Queens. The wedding was pretty standard. The reception was interesting. A whole program was planned with music and cultural dancing. The food was excellent.
When my brother and I decided to leave, we walked back to the motel since it was only blocks away. We stopped at a convenient store and picked up a six of Brooklyn Lager since it was our last nite in New York.
We had to be at the airport early on Sunday. We flew back to reality and arrived home. I had a late lunch with the family, and Mare joined us. I went back to my apartment and caught up on lost sleep.