Experiment in Design

As some of you may know I was recently in New York City.

Now, some people go to New York city to party. I am not one of those people.

My first stop in New York is always the Metropolitan museum of Art.

And I love it there. Usually. (that banner should say Welcome BACK)

But on this trip something weird happened. My usually brisk walk from the subway on 59th and 5 avenue, somehow got longer. So long in fact that I had to take a short break on a bench along the Central Park wall.

I briefly wondered if my age was finally catching with me, because my breath surely wasn't.

Ten minutes of wheezing and massaging my legs and I was finally up and on my way to the MET that met me with open arms and with a charge on my credit card.$15.00. Suggested donations, my butt.

But it was worth it.

I had come back to my old friends.

I played flute with Mezzetin, because he gets peeved if I don't say hello to him first.

Blended in with the crowd in the Study of George Seurat. They are a nice bunch, but they aren't quite as delightful as the bunch in the Art Institute of Chicago.

Got hungry and headed over to Cezanne. He has never been my favorite painter, but his fruits are delicious.

Suddenly something caught my eye at the Curatorial Gallery of Musical Instruments. It was a Akan Ashanti people drum and I knew I had to play it! I didn't have the chance to check it out properly so I decided to stay after the museum was closed and give it a closer look.

I got some help from Degas Little Dancer Ballerina. She and I go way back. This one time at Band Camp...well, that's a whole other story for another time.

Last year I hid with Jackie Kennedy. I thought she hadn't minded the imposition, after all she kept smiling, but boy, was I wrong.

Little did I know, she was hating every minute of it. I still don't know why, but I suspect it was because of the hat. It annoyed her that it simply looked better on me.

After it was safe to move around I found the Musical instrument gallery and decided to throw a little concert. For that I required accomplices, so I asked a few people.

First I asked Repin's young man- because he is always so sad and I thought he'd like a night of music before imminent suicide.

I had to speak to him in old Russian before he finally agreed.

Then I approached more of Degas ballerinas.

By the way, what was it with Degas and ballerinas??? I asked them once, but they would only blush and turn away.

I asked a few more people to join in

And finally we got it together and jammed out!

OMG, it was the best party ever! Everyone was there! All my friends had shown up and they all magically knew how to play difficult instruments and everything was perfect!

Yet, as we all know, good things can't last forever.

I call this "A very rude awakening."