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03.27.2005, 11:00 am

making up for lost time, sort of

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i was looking back over the past few months of entries and i am shocked at myself for not writing about brownie day on new years.

we decided to go to the museum of modern art. so we cooked up the brownies, which was a huge pain in the ass- chopping up shwag and removing seeds and stems is not fun at all. and then we ate them and headed out.

we get there and are waiting in line to pay, when scott or steve or someone says, "uh i think i'm starting to feel it", and i'm like "ohdeargod please just let us last till we can get away from too many people."

then we had to get in line for the coat check. the long line. fortunately we made it without too much trouble, and went on to the first exhibit.

and then we started to trip balls. i didn't think i was really feeling it for a while, and that i was going to be the only one who was sober, but by god, that wasn't the case at all.

AT ALL.

highlights (and by highlights, i mean anything i remember about that day):

* twelve big silver jugs with the name of a bodily fluid engraved on each. it totally grossed us out.

*a city scape by gehrhardt richter. very cool.

*a gigantic tapestry with the names and lengths of (every?) rivers across the globe, sorted by length.

*this is the best part, and where things took a turn for the worse. the next exhibit was this dark room filled with small movie screens. on each screen was a short film, maybe 15-20 seconds, on a loop. the room is full of people being very quiet, watching, whispering to each other if necessary. as soon as we walk in, there's a screen about thigh-height on the ground, with a loop of grass waving in the wind. it was pretty cool, kind of relaxing. so we're standing there, and scott is looking at the screen, then us, the screen, then us, and at the top of his lungs, he says "I JUST WANT TO WALK THROUGH IT!" and everyone looks at him. and the rest of us are like ducking out of the way trying not to laugh our asses off.

*after the grass fiasco, we ended up losing scott. so its me, and steve, and jen in sort of a lobby area waiting for scott to come by, and jen has to go to the bathroom. now, as anyone who's ever gotten really high before, the bathroom is NOT somewhere you want to be. all that's there are bodily functions and mirrors, a high person's two mortal enemies. but she's the only girl, so we can't use the buddy system to make sure she doesn't freak out and get completely, completely lost. and she goes. and then steve and i turn to each other, high as hell, and we're like "she's not coming back. what do we do?"

*eventually we all got back together and went upstairs to the next floor. we looked around for a few minutes, and jen started complaining that she wanted to go home. normally this would have bougged me because i dont like when she's a spoilsport, especially with stuff like this where we're out doing something and not just watching a stupid movie, but this time i agreed with her. i didn't want the guys to get mad at her for feeling that way, so i go over to steve and scott and damien, and i'm like, "do you guys want to go home too?" and they're like "ohdeargod yes." we were all so relieved that we all agreed.

*so we head over to the elevator and get in, and its full of families. and of course i make the mistake of thinking too much. i thought, "ok, be cool. dont do anything stupid like laughing like an idiot." and of course that was hilarious, and i started snickering, trying to hold it in. and then steve starts trying not to laugh. and everyone could see we were obviously retarded. scott stood amused, but in control. it wouldn't have been a complete day if each of us didn't make a complete jackass out of ourselves at some point.

so then we went home and watched movies and ate more brownies and played yugioh. thats about all that happened that day.

so yeah. if youre in the city, and in posession of copious amounts of pot, and are thinking that the museum of modern art would be a cool place to go, don't. it was too crowded and too stimulating, and was really just more work keeping our cool than anything. a fun time, but a rough one as well.

we should have just gone to central park.

in other news, the ncaa mens hockey regional finals are in an hour, and cornell is playing minnesota. i have to go shower and get dressed so i can meet up with peggy at a bar in santa monica to watch it with a bunch of alumni. go big red.

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	«previous« = [ archive = new = profile = notes = email = host ] = »next» 03.27.2005, 11:00 am making up for lost time, sort of === © === i was looking back over the past few months of entries and i am shocked at myself for not writing about brownie day on new years. we decided to go to the museum of modern art. so we cooked up the brownies, which was a huge pain in the ass- chopping up shwag and removing seeds and stems is not fun at all. and then we ate them and headed out. we get there and are waiting in line to pay, when scott or steve or someone says, "uh i think i'm starting to feel it", and i'm like "ohdeargod please just let us last till we can get away from too many people." then we had to get in line for the coat check. the long line. fortunately we made it without too much trouble, and went on to the first exhibit. and then we started to trip balls. i didn't think i was really feeling it for a while, and that i was going to be the only one who was sober, but by god, that wasn't the case at all. AT ALL. highlights (and by highlights, i mean anything i remember about that day): * twelve big silver jugs with the name of a bodily fluid engraved on each. it totally grossed us out. a city scape by gehrhardt richter. very cool. a gigantic tapestry with the names and lengths of (every?) rivers across the globe, sorted by length. this is the best part, and where things took a turn for the worse. the next exhibit was this dark room filled with small movie screens. on each screen was a short film, maybe 15-20 seconds, on a loop. the room is full of people being very quiet, watching, whispering to each other if necessary. as soon as we walk in, there's a screen about thigh-height on the ground, with a loop of grass waving in the wind. it was pretty cool, kind of relaxing. so we're standing there, and scott is looking at the screen, then us, the screen, then us, and at the top of his lungs, he says "I JUST WANT TO WALK THROUGH IT!" and everyone looks at him. and the rest of us are like ducking out of the way trying not to laugh our asses off. after the grass fiasco, we ended up losing scott. so its me, and steve, and jen in sort of a lobby area waiting for scott to come by, and jen has to go to the bathroom. now, as anyone who's ever gotten really high before, the bathroom is NOT somewhere you want to be. all that's there are bodily functions and mirrors, a high person's two mortal enemies. but she's the only girl, so we can't use the buddy system to make sure she doesn't freak out and get completely, completely lost. and she goes. and then steve and i turn to each other, high as hell, and we're like "she's not coming back. what do we do?" eventually we all got back together and went upstairs to the next floor. we looked around for a few minutes, and jen started complaining that she wanted to go home. normally this would have bougged me because i dont like when she's a spoilsport, especially with stuff like this where we're out doing something and not just watching a stupid movie, but this time i agreed with her. i didn't want the guys to get mad at her for feeling that way, so i go over to steve and scott and damien, and i'm like, "do you guys want to go home too?" and they're like "ohdeargod yes." we were all so relieved that we all agreed. so we head over to the elevator and get in, and its full of families. and of course i make the mistake of thinking too much. i thought, "ok, be cool. dont do anything stupid like laughing like an idiot." and of course that was hilarious, and i started snickering, trying to hold it in. and then steve starts trying not to laugh. and everyone could see we were obviously retarded. scott stood amused, but in control. it wouldn't have been a complete day if each of us didn't make a complete jackass out of ourselves at some point. so then we went home and watched movies and ate more brownies and played yugioh. thats about all that happened that day. so yeah. if youre in the city, and in posession of copious amounts of pot, and are thinking that the museum of modern art would be a cool place to go, don't. it was too crowded and too stimulating, and was really just more work keeping our cool than anything. a fun time, but a rough one as well. we should have just gone to central park. in other news, the ncaa mens hockey regional finals are in an hour, and cornell is playing minnesota. i have to go shower and get dressed so i can meet up with peggy at a bar in santa monica to watch it with a bunch of alumni. go big red. volcanogod v3.0. additionally, hands.
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