New Year's Fun

I had made plans with Travis to go downtown to the Warhol Museum on Friday since he was leaving for his enviable Virgin Islands vacation the next day. We took the T to the Wood Street stop and checked out the art galleries that are completely free that I completely missed for years.

This was interesting. And strange. You got to sit down at this little photo station in the middle of the gallery and have your picture taken. Then you clicked where your eyes were and the program mutated your face a bit. After, it printed out two copies and let you keep one while you taped the other to the wall that was quickly becoming covered. Travis and I are very dark people.


The rest of the wall.








So looking at all of them got repetitive very fast and we took the rickety elevator upstairs to the next gallery.

Ooh, a movie! Of sheep. Just hanging around. Kind of dull. But artsy!






In another wing was, on one side, a woman holding a camera. On the opposing wall was what she was filming. It was cool.





Unfortunately, in the middle of our gallery visit Travis got a call from someone he was contacting about an apartment in DC so we had to cut our trip short and go home. Boo. But we went to Houlihan's in the Galleria and it was both lovely and tasty.

Speaking of restaurants in the Galleria that are both lovely and tasty, the fam and I went to Mark Pi's on New Year's Eve. It took forever to get seated, but once we were down we had this incredibly bizarre, efficient waitress that stole from the other servers to get us our food faster. She seemed very stressed about getting things done and kept muttering instructions to herself as she passed our table. She also needed a bra, badly.

Ooh, we had a pretty flower centerpiece. The stem made an unintentional heart.






She was too busy to actually unfold our straw ornament, so I figured out how to do it all by myself because I am a grown up.









Fun with the ornament.








Everyone can have a good time with them!







So, there was this animatronic Santa in the waiting vestibule that the kids were getting a kick out of, and it came as quite a shock as we exited the fine eatery to find poor Santa like this:

Egads! Oh, St. Nick. What cold-hearted field of a child could do such a thing?









Arienne was not so overcome with grief that she could resist playing with the decapitated head.









Now he is staring at his own body.








My New Year's Eve night was fun, too - I went over to Alex's house and played Mario Party 7 with some of his friends. Fun times! It got to be about 11:50 and we broke out the champagne, waited for the ball to drop, drank the champagne, received a few text messages, and quickly returned to our game.

That's really it for now. I have been making poor sleep decisions lately, like waking up at 1:30 in the afternoon or taking naps at 7:00 at night. But ooh, it feels good.