The missus and I constantly try to suck up as much culture as we can while living here in New York City. They don't seem to have many monster truck pulls, so we have to settle for going to these museum things.
Last week she got us tickets for the Guggenheim Museum. Had the darndest time trying to find the museum, because it looks like a big white biscuit rather than a building.
Supposedly there was this special show by an avant garde artist named Maurizio Cattelan. But I don't think I got to see it, because the missus and I must have shown up on laundry day.
When we walked in, there were all kinds of strange objects hanging in the center atrium of the museum. The spiral staircase inside goes up hundreds of feet, and they'd used about every square inch of it to dry out these strange sculptures they must have just run through the washing machine. There were lots of dogs, but they were either stuffed or made of paper mache, both of which would make them quite unsuitable for hunting. There was a woman sitting in a refrigerator, strange pictures and even the world's longest foosball table.
We enjoyed looking at all the stuff, but I gotta say I hope next time they try and get it all washed before the people show up ... and maybe include a pickup truck in the display.