An Evening at the Met Museum of Art

First of all, I got this new CO2 measurer thing. It tests the air quality so you can see how much of other people's breath you are probably sucking in directly. The C train uptown scored an orange, which is why I wear a mask on the subway and will continue to do so ad infinitum because why the hell not.

We are adventurous, so at the Met, we decided to see if we could make it into the American Wing from European paintings upstairs. This involved a complicated journey through arms and armor. Then we went back upstairs to the Balcony Lounge through Asian art, just to really lock in the win.

Balcony Lounge Air Quality Check. Not bad....

But waffled into the yellow periodically.

Yech. Why do I always forget that the mixed drinks at the Met truly suck and I'm not even talking about the shitty little ice cubes. Wise words to my future self and anyone reading this: Do not be fooled by the interesting-sounding cocktail names on the menu. They pre-mix everything in vats downstairs in the cafeteria I suspect. Get your drink straight up or order wine. Seriously, they should be embarrassed.

The Tudor exhibit was super cool. We closed the place down at 9pm and I still hadn't seen everything.

Took the 6 to Union Square and kept my mask on the whole way through the station.

I do not like the idea of breathing other people's breath.