to Noo Yawk City, woot.
On the schedule: Kiki Smith show at the Whitney, Design Life Now at the Cooper Hewitt, the new MoMA expansion/reinstallation, and Judy Chicago's Dinner Party, which finally has a permanent home at the Brooklyn Museum of Art.
Sunday, the Whitney, I have a drink at Sardi's, go see Spring Awakening, thence out to dinner.
Monday, shopping (Town Shop for bras, Saks for Bobbi Brown makeup, and H&M for a cute new outfit that will be up-to-date in NYC, but is ahead of the curve in Mississippi)
Tuesday, dinner with mathematician ex-boyfriend, thence to the Cooper-Hewitt
Wednesday, Brooklyn and conference
Thursday, MoMA in the morning and then two (TWO!) job interviews in the afternoon, then dinner with my grad school best pal Sam
Friday - Saturday, conference nerdifying, including an all-day Feminist Art Project session on Saturday
and, sadly, Sunday: I have to come back home
We are just going to have to pretend like it is NOT Mardi Gras, and most definitely deny any knowledge of this thing they call Valentine's Day. I refuse to acknowledge a holiday designed to make single people feel like crap for weeks on end.
Report to follow. Possibly with pictures, even.