Monday, June 06, 2005
Weekend Update
As the photographic evidence demonstrates, this weekend was nothing short of amazing. In addition to my experiences equestrian and arcadian (ha!) on Saturday, I also went by the Museum of Contemporary Art again on Friday. Having already seen the current exhibits on my last trip, I was able to focus more on the all-important tasks of harassing the nice ladies who sell drink tickets and beating my personal record for number of cheese sticks consumed in one sitting. I’m no philistine, however—I made good and sure to get by the artwork contrasting porn with images from the conflict in Iraq again. Something about it really just speaks to me.
Yesterday was my active, outdoorsy day, like something out of an Abercrombie catalogue, except less gratuitously naked and with more blacks and Asians. I went for a long run along the lake (probably about a hundredth of the distance I need to work off those cheese sticks) and hung out on the roof for a while, breaking in my hott new Wal-Mart brand deck chair. Then I played tennis with my friend, at least until we had somehow accidentally batted all of our balls down into the alley behind the courts. Then I went home and prayed for a sunburn slightly less bad than I deserved. And you know what? He is risen indeed.
So see, pictures can’t tell you everything. My weekend was so much more than just magical creatures forced into performing overblown musical numbers by overbearing stage parents and disturbingly quick changes in my skin color. But really, whose wasn’t?
As the photographic evidence demonstrates, this weekend was nothing short of amazing. In addition to my experiences equestrian and arcadian (ha!) on Saturday, I also went by the Museum of Contemporary Art again on Friday. Having already seen the current exhibits on my last trip, I was able to focus more on the all-important tasks of harassing the nice ladies who sell drink tickets and beating my personal record for number of cheese sticks consumed in one sitting. I’m no philistine, however—I made good and sure to get by the artwork contrasting porn with images from the conflict in Iraq again. Something about it really just speaks to me.
Yesterday was my active, outdoorsy day, like something out of an Abercrombie catalogue, except less gratuitously naked and with more blacks and Asians. I went for a long run along the lake (probably about a hundredth of the distance I need to work off those cheese sticks) and hung out on the roof for a while, breaking in my hott new Wal-Mart brand deck chair. Then I played tennis with my friend, at least until we had somehow accidentally batted all of our balls down into the alley behind the courts. Then I went home and prayed for a sunburn slightly less bad than I deserved. And you know what? He is risen indeed.
So see, pictures can’t tell you everything. My weekend was so much more than just magical creatures forced into performing overblown musical numbers by overbearing stage parents and disturbingly quick changes in my skin color. But really, whose wasn’t?
