One small step

When Friday came around I made getting out of the house for the weekend my main goal. I've spent most of my life avoiding going out in public and/or entering social situations during my free time whenever possible (it's much easier for me to socialize when it's my job to do so, mainly because the focus is never on me but on the population with which I'm working), so I figured it would be hard or very taxing. It turned out to be neither.

Saturday I'd initially planned to hit a new salon to get a radical new 'do, but captainschlumpy was kind enough to invite me to go out and about with her and a couple of her friends from out-of-town, so we spent much of the afternoon doing touristy things in Manhattan. I'd pushed the salon visit back to the evening, but my menstrual cramps decided to ramp up and I threw in the towel early.

Today I went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art with my mother and a friend of the family to check out the Murakami exhibit before it closed up shop. It was the first time I'd been to the Brooklyn museum and I was a little disappointed by the small scale (we went through the entire building, lingering here and there at various areas, within three hours), but otherwise found many interesting bits to gawk at (the Woodaabe Charm Dance, where the men of the tribe put on facial adornments and make-up, then prance and sing in front of a crowd of rather stoic-faced women who then choose among the men lovers and/or husbands? *completely* fascinating). I found the Murakami exhibit to be a little underwhelming and, at times, bewildering (is flying spunk really necessary?), but intriguing. Afterwards we headed out to Whole Foods, where I spent entirely too much money (as usual).

On the agenda for next weekend: either the Guggenheim or the Museum of Sex.

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