06 March 2014

AAM

I had some time after work yesterday before the Wizards-Jazz game started, so I hung out at one of my favorite haunts, the American Art Museum.  (Does that opening line make me sound well-rounded enough?   Artsy, yet athletic?)  This time I went to the Modern/Contemporary galleries, where I was creeped out by a sculpture, creeped on by a Toothless Timmy, and followed by my own personal security guard.  Oh, and there were teenagers making out.

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1 comment:

Beth said...

Hey hey where's the Portrait Gallery love??

I'm glad your security guard fan base is not disappointing.

I love art and you.