Contemporary.
An afternoon at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago.
I’d been meaning to get to the Museum of Contemporary Art for weeks. Because I love contemporary and modern art (even if I don’t always “get it” — show me a canvas painted completely white any day!) There’s a free-admission day on Tuesdays but something always seemed to come up. But this week I had nothing to do, so headed there, and spent an hour or two wandering the exhibits.
Afterwards I walked through Water Tower Place and used all the willpower I had not to buy anything. (Especially this dress, which would be a prefect wedding dress, RIGHT? I mean I should buy it…if for no other reason other than I am convinced that I should have something in my wardrobe perfect enough to grab if #6 on my life list ever spontaneously happens, RIGHT? RIGHT? Besides, if it doesn’t work out for a future wedding, I can always wear it as, you know, a dress…)
I got some deep dish pizza at the mall (which wasn’t the best, but, hey, I still haven’t had any since getting back!). And maybe a cupcake from Sprinkles. ‘Cause it was nearby. And ’cause I’ve never had one before. I should have used the ATM though, because, hello, cupcake ATM? I’ll take that over cash any day. OK, that’s not true. Because I am kind of broke right now and spending too much money…but wouldn’t it be amazing if we lived in a country where cupcakes existed as currency? Does a place like that exist? If it does I’ll got there next. Although, that’s dangerous for me. Because then I’d eat all my cupcakes and be broke again…
Now, I love me some contemporary art…but some things I just don’t get. Yes, yes this is a piece of crumpled paper on the floor. Yes, yes this is an actual exhibit…
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