PvWvC

Cynthia was all up in our lofticles this past week. New Roommate! Here's how it went down.

Day 1: Cynthia arrives! She helps me fold my clothes before bed.
Day 2 - Day 7: Cynthia gets so sick she can't even say things.

She was sick past the point of scary and it actually became funny again. I'd forget she'd be dead on the couch and I'd make a joke about something and this pile of blankets would let out a chuckle. Sometimes it looked like the couch was eating her.


But in the end it was great having Cynthia live with us; she brought a suitcase filled almost entirely with ripped DVDs. She and I split a whole package of turkey bacon for breakfast one day. She gave Woody decorating tips for his treehouse. But the best part of the PvWvC triad was having a third person to take pictures of me and Woody together so we don't have to just take pictures of each other. Silly. But true.

This is Cynthia being mad sick on the way to breakfast.

Memorable Cynthia quotes:
"Major League has a perfect story arc."

She says great things all the time but that's all I can remember.

Now she's off to Park Slope. Goodbye, C-Town!

Woods delivers The Goods

MOMA Time

Advice for MOMA-wanting-to-go-for-free-ers: Friday from 4-8 it's free, but it's actually a scam because line is so ridiculously long that people end up just paying the $$ anyways. UNLESS you go at 7 when it's relatively mellow. You only get an hour, but it's still free son! Also, don't bring your laptop unless you want to spend the day walking around with it because they have some BS insurance policy that doesn't allow them to hold on to any electronics at the coat check.

We ostensibly went for the George Lois exhibit, but it actually was so tiny we ended up wandering around for 40 minutes. Basically, the NY Times slideshow gives away everything you need to see.

I also am not sure whether or not I like the color-desaturated area of the MOMA:



Here's Patrick and me with some priceless art:

Eating Tools

Look who doesn't need to eat with wooden spoons anymore. This is the Coolest Drawer in the House.



In other news, we're being framed by some garbage dumping neighbors who are using our end of the hallway as the "Broken Glass & Bags of Shitty Clothes Chill Out Zone." Not cool, People Who Live Right Next To Us. The folks on our floor think we're messy, when actually, our shit is so damn tight, our silverware drawer is essentially a tiny Studio 54 for utensils.