Three day weekend

I hadn't fully realized I had a three day weekend until almost Tuesday. The thought of going to London crossed my mind, but it was too late then to book tickets. Friday was grey and I decided to go to the Dia:Beacon. Thinking it was open until six, I got to a slow start. I called to check membership information and learned they closed at four. I never left Manhattan.

I went to ICP to see the Larry Clark exhibition. The show was comprised of photos from his books as well as video installations. His films play in a room off to the side. I was familiar with most of the work. The most surprisinging piece was not by Clark at all. A room on the ground floor exhibited recent acquisitions in portraiture. Hanging high on one wall was a familiar image until I read the caption and looked closer. Instead of Cindy Sherman, the woman in the photo was Asian. And here I've forgotten to write down the information.

Saturday I made it to the Dia. Sitting in the train, looking out over the Hudson River, I thought it might have been nicer to go hiking. I hadn't realized the day would be quite as nice as it turned out. The museum was still worth it. The space is vast, the light amazing. I sat in the Andy Warhol room and wrote in my notebook and read. Later in the afternoon I sat there and fell asleep.

That night I went to the Joyce to see the Steven Petronio company. It was the end of their 20th season and they performed works from throughout their history. At the end, one of the dancers spoke about learning all that choreography and what it meant to be able to dance so many years of the company's works.

Afterwards, waiting for Lillian to call, I watched Million Dollar Baby. I don't understand what the fuss is about. I thought the script lackluster, the directing lackadaisical. Lillian didn't text me until 1.45 in the morning. I was asleep. They went on to karaoke until three.

Sunday I worked. The day was grey again. By the early afternoon I was ready to leave the house. I went to Chinatown for a haircut. I wandered into Kobma and had their special fried instant noodles. I should have spent my $4.50 at Nyonya. But I wanted to try random new things. I called Lillian, but she decided to stay home. I wandered around a few supermarkets looking for dumplings.

At home I realized I hadn't explored an outer borough, Beacon notwithstanding. Next weekend I'm thinking of seeing the Basquiat show at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Maybe start the day at Brighton Beach, eating brunch in a Russian diner on the boardwalk. If I can convince myself to get up early enough. Posted by eku at March 28, 2005 9:20 AM