february 27. 2000
After the concert, I was dead. Dead dead dead. We didn't get to sleep until about 2:30, because we were all hungry after the concert, so we went to get something to eat in the Times Square area and then looked around the Virgin Records megastore. Yes, they were open at 1 am. Only in NYC.
I had the hardest time getting to sleep because my legs were absolutely killing me. I had been standing for a good 3 or 4 hours straight, after all. I only slept for a little while because Dave had to be up early to go to some law school thing, and as he was leaving, he woke me up as well, and I had a hard time getting back to sleep after that.
I met up with John at around 11, outside of Dave's apartment building. It was good to see him again. First on the agenda was lunch with his mother at the Morgan-Pierpont Library (I think it was called). It was a nice little cafe in the middle of a green house of sorts, with glass ceilings and green trees. Spring green, that kind of yellow-green that is only around in the spring. The lunch was very enjoyable, I was nervous about meeting Olive (should I call her that? Mrs. Bragazzi?), because I was afraid she would think I was a dork or something. I know she's a big fan of my website, she told me at lunch she was "addicted" to it, which was very nice.
After lunch, we browsed through the drawing exhibition that was on display. It was nice to see these things in person because they were from the time period that I was studying in art history at the moment. I saw this one drawing that used this incredible navy green blue...that's as best as I can explain, it wasn't exactly navy blue proper, it had a little green in it as well. I can't wait to try that blue on something, it was quite heavenly.
There were also some illuminated manuscripts and books of hours, which were so beautifully and finely detailed. It's hard to appreciate the time and work put into them until you see them in person. Those poor monks. I wouldn't have the patience for that.
After we bid farewell to his mother, John and I went in search of art supply stores. Yay, just what I need, to spend more money. First we went to Soho. Whenever I go to Soho (which is not often), I always feel rather nervous there because I feel like such a dork, because everyone there is so damn young, trendy and wealthy. Two of which I am not. No, ma'am, I do not own a Gucci bag. Not a one.
We went to this one paper shop called Kate's Paperie that Rebecca, my 2d design teacher had recommended. After taking a look at the $14-a-sheet paper, I decided I would be looking only and not buying. As John pointed out, this was not the kind of store real artists would shop in. I thought it was more suited to those people who wanted their presents professionally wrapped in designer papers. Ugh. They did indeed have custom present wrapping, the prices were ridiculous. Ah, the pinnacle of decadence...have your presents wrapped for you. Ick.
We did go to several other art stores, more affordable ones, and I actually did purchase some really nice paper. There was this one called The Art Store (how original is that) on Bond Street between Broadway and Lafayette, that offered an automatic 10% discount with your student ID. Which was nice. I have developed such an appreciation for paper since I've been taking Rebecca's class. Last semester I didn't have much use for paper, Tricia was a gouache and illustration board kind of girl. But now, I am addicted to all kinds of paper. A color and texture whore, I am.
More art stores, more paper. I didn't actually end up buying too much. I was surprised at my restraint. We also got to walk past CBGB's and other places of, as he termed it, "John's misspent youth." Finally, we ate at this nice little Thai restaurant and then John saw me off at Port Authority. The bus ride home was a lot less stressful than the ride to NYC, although I've long since given up on trying to sleep on buses. Instead, I listened to my new CDs, Joni Mitchell's "Shadows and Light", an absolutely wonderful and yummy live album, and the Concertina single by Tori Amos, which also very enjoyable. All in all, a very good day.
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