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.