Peggi and I took a break at the Whitney and had a beer at the outdoor café on the eighth floor. I put my camera on the table and took a timed photo of the two of us. We don’t do many selfies, so it got more attention than most of my posts. And because I said, “We survived the Whitney Biennial,” I was asked about it several times at our Margaret Explosion gig.
I shouldn’t have been so snarky. I loved the decorative work by Kamrooz Aram. And there was a video in one of those dark rooms about an orchestra that really captivated us. And that beer tasted so good.
We went to three garage sales yesterday. Pete and Emily are moving to Italy, so they have an “Everything Must Go” sale going on. We stopped there first and considered buying a $200 turquoise guitar. We told them we’d think about it while we walked around. When we returned we saw a guy putting it in his car. We came home with a black Cuisinart cast-iron enamel Dutch oven, some glasses, and a crowbar. At the other two sales we mostly laughed and came home with two tiny square plates with the letter “P” on them.
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