NaBloPoMo Day 1: Be Funny not Rant-y
On a drive to New Jersey, I was doing the thing where I regale Tom, somewhat endlessly tbh, about some incident that has transpired. This time, the incident requiring endless regaling happened to be my most recent visit to the newly reopened Frick museum with my friend Bruce. Sidebar: Journalists and tourists have recently taken to calling the newly renovated Frick the "jewel box" of midtown. The conservatory in the middle of the Frick Mansion. Sure. It's very lovely even though, according to Bruce, "it smells a little funky." A pretty room in the "jewelbox" And right? The place is top trim don't get me wrong. Yet, turns out, this multi-year, hundreds of millions of dollars remodeling triumph is nothing in the face of this fact: Bruce and I had to show our tickets three (3) times to the ticket taker. OMG Right?! Luckily I'm a member so we skip the line, I would never go there as a non-member. I do not stand in lines. But line or no line, when...