Today I'm sharing one of the biggest highlights of our trip. Being a bona fide art fart, I was more than enthusiastic to get to finally see the Museum of Modern Art and see famous paintings in person that I had only read about in books since I was in the 7th grade.
Problem was, right when I ordered the drink, my husband called and let me know the line had already lurched its way up around an entire building, rounding the block. So of course, I pretty much grabbed a man behind me, practically screaming if he liked cinnamon dulce lattes. Startled, he nodded. I blurted out, "Okay-great-my-name's-Danielle-and-you-can-have-it!!!" Yes. It did sound like a yelled-out run-on sentence.
I dashed back toward my hubs, who was only a few feet away from the museum entrance by this point.
With our free tickets in our hands, this is what we saw:
We got through the museum in less than a couple of hours, which is extraordinary for me, considering I spent 2+ hours in ONE ROOM during the Andy Warhol exhibit in Little Rock, Arkansas. My sister, who was with me at that time, was bored to death, to say the least.
Have you ever been to the MOMA??