Dinosaurs galore.

Yesterday my good friend visiting from Tampa Chris G and I made the pilgrimage up into Central Park West on another spectacularly beautiful NYC day to the Museum of Natural History. I have coveted going to a museum since I first got here, but it was mostly in the desire to see the fine art I spent all of my adolescence and adult years admiring. I did not think that I would be that keen on the idea of going to a museum dedicated to science. Until I got there. It was then that the nerd in me was brought out. Chris G pointed out that this particular museum embodies all of the progressive ideas that both of us subscribe to. Evolution, climate change, life on other planets, evidence of dinosaurs, etc.

The exhibits were enthralling. It is sincerely one of the best places to go to see authentic fossils of creatures that existed billions of years ago. They even had the oldest rock ever found on the Earth, which is how scientists managed to date the planet at 4.6 billion years old. The dinosaur skeletons were phenomenal. Tall, intimidating, scary, and grand. And the fossils of turtles that were a few million years old and bigger than me were pretty astounding.

The crowning glory was the Blue Whale hanging from the ceiling in the Hall of Ocean Life. It's a life size depiction of an actual blue whale and it's beyond enormous. You feel infintesimal in comparison with such a great, gentle beast.















We left picture happy and full of overpriced Museum food to go to another open bar thing that they'd found on the internet. Myopenbar.com is probably the most amazing thing to occur since tall boys and M&M's. Free vodka for two straight hours meant another early night of drunkenness, which I don't do so well with. I'm a late night drinker and when I drink too early it means I'm pretty much useless for the rest of the evening. So while I actually did make the venture to Union Pool I was not sober enough to properly evaluate the place except to say that it had decent music and a totally rad patio.

Overall, another great day in New York. Some days I wake up and hate this place because I'm so homesick it's intolerable and some days I wake up and can't believe I'm actually here. I've not yet decided how I feel about the city. Some days she is amiable and tolerant of my bumbling, ignorant bullshit and some days she seems intent on punishing me and filling me with panic attacks that I have no hope of subsisting here. When she does that it is in small, very mean ways. Such as the subway line to get me home being under construction after a double shift and me having no way of knowing what the alternative routes are. But the good days make me really glad I came.