Saturday: art, fried food and baby bottles

I'm on a new kick – Adventure Saturday. I could spend my Saturday mornings and afternoons running errands and cleaning and organizing my life, but really, is that any fun? That's what Mondays are for.

Yesterday the weather was not permitting much in the way of adventure, so I decided to head over to new MoMA and check it out. It's enormous, and beautiful. Highlights included the Thomas Demand photography exhibit. I spent a lot of time looking at his giant, colorful photographs of empty rooms. They were amazing. Many of them felt like they had been filled with people and laughter and movement 30 seconds before you saw it, but had somehow mysteriously disappeared when they knew someone was looking. Or something. The Architecture and design exhibit was also great – everyday objects through time with innovative design. They had everything from ball bearings to furniture to an iPod and a Vespa. Not to mention a clear thick plastic chair with plastic flowers inside of it that I so want for my apartment. Good stuff. And I also had to go back three times to look at the Jackson Pollacks. I don't claim to know much about art, but his paintings are haunting.

After MoMA I did a little shopping, ate a little grilled cheese and took a nap before heading over to Jean's 24th birthday party at the Sunburnt Cow. I had the fish and chips, as did Summer. While discussing how light and delicious the batter on the fish was, Summer wondered aloud if she could have her fries (ahem, chips) sent back to be battered and deep fried. Then we talked about already awful things that are deep fried and sold, i.e. Twinkies and Snickers. Gross? Yes. Unnecessary? Absolutely. Would I probably enjoy it very much in the final minutes before my heart exploded? You bet your sweet ass I would.

There were lots of fruity, girly drinks on the menu, some served in a baby bottle. Who knew drinking out of a baby bottle could be so much fun? Not me. If the pictures are sent to me in a timely fashion, I'll post them. The two drinks I consumed were The Bundaberg Bull, made with lime, cherry, ginger, Stoli and Red Bull and The Illusion, made with mango-infused vodka, pineapple and Midori. I also had the Lamingtons for dessert, sponge cake squares dipped in chocolate and covered in coconut and served with cream. It was one of the best desserts I've ever had. Of course, being a non-dessert type, I could only eat half, but the girls were happy to finish it off for me.

Now, I must mention this. When multiple people are dining in celebration of a birthday of one of more people and the check comes, this is how you handle the bill. You count up everyone sitting at the table or tables. You subtract the birthday girl(s) or boy(s) from that number, and then you divide the total by that number and tell everyone what to pay. Never pass it around and let people decide how much they owe. It will be mayhem.

After the Cow, we headed over to 7B for some Extreme Photography. Seriously, Summer remarked that it was like we were at the paparazzi table. It was hilarious. We also got some good photo booth action going. Who knew Summer was the type to direct photo booth shoots? "Okay, make this one sexy! Now scary! Now funny!"

I must say it's quite nice when you disappear with your much younger, much taller, much thinner, drop-dead gorgeous friend and return to your table to find out that one of the boys had inquired after Jean's "two cute friends." Especially when you're all rained on and shiny and whatnot. All in all, a fabulous evening. And now I'm off to see Amityville, even though I know it will be terrible. Bad review to follow.