Hi guys! Hope you had a good Sunday so far, since I sure had a pretty petty day…
It started when I went to the city, in the stupidly scorching hot sun, to see the MoMA Rain Room exhibit. It’s supposed to be a room in which it rains- however, wherever you walk, it doesn’t rain. That’s a neat and really cool part of all this, but I don’t want to spoil it for you. Anyways, my mom was told that we could practically just walk right into the building and avoid the line if we came early in the morning to see the rain room…
…which was a big mistake. We got through the check-in quick enough, that was for sure, but then there was another line. That was kind of the standing ovation of the day, except I wasn’t exactly in the cheering part of the crowd. As it turned out, the line was only three to four hours long, and we would have to wait in an open, super hot, bench-less area. Ugh. My mom kinda popped at that, and for the rest of the taxi ride to the restaurant, I had to listen to the agonies of my poor, unfortunate mother (though good luck surviving at that). But then again, I shouldn’t complain about her complaints, since I was also screaming curses at the line. Only difference was, I kept it to myself.
If we ever do get to battle the line, and get to the rain room, I’ll share it all with you here, along with pictures. Though I don’t know if that’s gonna happen, since my mom spent a straight minute or so talking about how Americans had too much patience- they could stand in a line for hours and hours, somehow without erupting. Problem was that I kind of agreed with her (sorry, my dear old country!).
The time that I did actually last in the line, I made up a bunch pf things that would be wonderful if I could turn into them: a bird, a polar bear, a tree (I’m sorry- did I hear something?) and a garden post (at least they usually get to stand in the shade).
Maybe I would also not mind to become an ice cube.
P.S. All the pictures are by me.
P.P.S. In the sidebar: my follow buttons and profile pic are annoyingly not showing.