Well, it seems the Snow Miser finally decided to rein it in for now. While I was lucky enough to be indoors during the worst of it, I feel awful for anyone who had to go out and deal with near vertical snowfall. Of course, I’m not exactly prepared to walk in this type of weather either. Having only one suitcase to travel with really limited my clothing options, which is why I am without boots. I didn’t even notice it before, but as I tried to navigate the deceptively deep puddles leftover from the snowstorm, I quickly realized my mistake. At this point, I just hope winter is almost over. I don’t think I can take another full month of this stuff (I’m looking at you Philly!).
But enough about winter…
Over the weekend, I was finally able to visit MoMA for the first time in my life, thanks to a generous gift from BEAM Interactive. Yes, I lived here for 4 years and never found time to visit one of the most talked about museums in the world. Trust me, I got a lot of flack for it over the years. But now that I’ve gazed upon its precious works, I have to admit that it was well worth the wait. It’s truly inspiring to see so many stunning works of art on display, especially masterpieces from the likes of Van Gogh, Warhol and Picasso. I’ve been to my fair share of art museums and MoMA is certainly up there with the best of the best.
Following my trip to the museum, I ventured over to The Knitting Factory in Williamsburg and caught one of my favorite comedians—Hannibal Buress. He does a weekly comedy show there every Sunday and it was absolutely hilarious. If you’re ever in the area and looking for a good time, you have to check out his show. It’s a must for comedy fans.
I wish I had done more over the weekend, but much to my chagrin, I caught a stomach bug at some point. I pushed myself to do as much as I could, but ultimately that wasn’t such as a great idea. That’s why I’m writing this blog from the confines of a bed, sipping on OJ. I figure it best to rest up and get better than go into the office and risk getting even worse. That and I'm sure my co-workers at We Are Social will appreciate I wasn't there spreading my germs around.