Taking a break from my vinyl recover. I think it's going.... ok.
I've had sort of, a busy day today I guess.
I woke up kinda late, but the pictures I got out of the midtown library were already a day overdue, so I had to bring them in. So I trekked up there. It was only a quarter, which is good, because I am running out of cash.
On the way there, I stopped and got a coffee and a bagel. It was $2, and I paid with nickels and dimes. I sat on a bench and felt very pathetic. But it's just a hurdle for the week, I guess.
After the library, I did waste $20. It's actually not a waste, cause I needed shoes. I only have sneakers, and they are dirty and unprofessional.
Then I decided I may as well get some homework out of the way, and walked up to MOMA to see an exhibit for my East Village History class. It was called
Looking at Music: Side 2 and it's basically the punk scene in NYC circa '77. Two small rooms. It wasn't anything mind blowing, I've seen the records that were hanging, and have the songs that were featured. There was some pictures Patti Smith drew, which were pretty cool. Some super 8 films, photos, handmade flyers and zines. It wasn't as impressive as I had hoped.
The adjoining rooms had some pretty nice collage work though.
Then I walked back home. It wasn't too cold in my opinion, but the walk down Fifth ave was irritating with tourist doing their photography and people shuffling. I don't really know why I took that way home.
I remember when I was little my Mom and I would go see my Dad at his office. We'd walk up by Rockefeller sometimes. I guess that's maybe why I still go there sometimes. I was so put together then. Then life fucked up.
Anyway.
I got a taco and a milkshake with my friends, and then we went out to drink.
But I left. I didn't even get a little tipsy. I guess cause everyone else beat me to it.
It was a weird day.