Gramercy Park. The only gated park in Manhattan! The farthest I could stick my head in was my nose. There were a couple people in the park, owners of the surrounding homes who hold the exclusive key into the enchanted space. I thought about jumping the fence but I didn't want to be punctured by the speared fence--my insurance kicks in August 21st. The pictures above don't do the park justice...
Madison Square Park. Like other parks neighboring corporate buildings, the professionals come out for lunch and sit on the benches. This park contains several sculptures, one of which you can see above. If you had a microscope, you could see the bikini sun bathers, the man with the eeny, teeny undies, and the two men who are passed out on the lawn (they could be napping or dead).
When I first walked around the park, I noticed a line zig zagging around the park. Then I looked to see what people were lined up for and it was for the Shake Shack, a take-out restaurant in the middle of Madison Square Park that is famous for their burgers and frozen custard. I waited a couple hours for the line to die down, but by 2pm, there was still a line. Should I line up now or later? What if the burger sucks? Then I would hate myself. But what if it tasted like In-n-Out? Then it would be well worth it! I waited in line for 30 minutes and the results were...
...the burger looked good but was a great disappointment. Damn you Shake Shack! Oh how I yearn for In-n-Out! When I get back to CA, I'm going to eat 5 hamburgers, animal style, and then throw up.
Central Park. The mother of all parks in Manhattan. You could get lost, literally and figuratively, and be worlds away from the chaos of the city.
There are many ducks and some turtles in the various ponds. The turtle at the tip of the rock was testing out the water for her sisters. They decided that it was too cold and chose to lay out on the rock. Every time I see animals in groups of three, I think about my two sisters and me hanging out together.
On Fridays from 4pm to 8pm, the Modern Museum of Art (MOMA) allows visitors free admission. Rainy days are best spent in museums so I decided to go. Once again, I had to wait in line, which snaked around the building from an empty parking lot. For 40 minutes, I stood behind a man who was smoking so I tried to keep my distance from him, but the lady behind me was all up on me so I had no choice but to second hand smoke. At one point when I was close to the entrance, a French lady and her daughter walked parallel to me and cut right in front of me. Oh no you didn't! I said, "You just cut in front of me" and she ignored me, playing the I-don't-speak-English tourist. So I walked in front of her. Then I turned around and smacked her across the face. Alright, so I didn't do that.
When you first look at some of the art pieces, you automatically think, I could do this! or, This isn't art! But after further analysis and evaluation, I realized that art is a completely different language all on its own. With art, you have to open your mind to another person's interpretation and perspective of what they see. There is a dynamic interaction between space, texture, contextual information, and colors. My 3 year old cousin once smeared his poop on the wall after waking up from his afternoon nap. That could be art.
There's a Long Beach on the East coast! The sand was very soft and didn't contain the tiny broken sea shells like the ones on the OC beaches. I found it odd that each person has to pay $10 to enter the beach. Although I'm thousands of miles away from home, I can close my eyes and feel the same cool breeze and the warmth of the sun, and hear the sounds of the waves crashing along the coast.
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