I’ll eventually get around to posting more about my weekend in Philadelphia, just like I’ll eventually get around to cleaning out my dresser and organizing the five containers of loose photos stashed in the guest room closet. Eventually.
You all know that Girls Weekend is sacred to us, so I don’t have to begin by explaining our 12-year friendship or our decade of three-day weekends spent talking, eating and soaking up every second of each others lives. Susan and Lesli are a part of my extended family and I think about them and miss them nearly every day.
A kind young lady took this photo of us in downtown Philadelphia on Saturday. We rode the train from the suburbs where Mom and Dad live to the middle of the city and then walked down Benjamin Franklin Parkway to the Museum of Art. (I’d like you all to take special notice of my Michael Kors tote. Happy Birthday to me.)
The museum steps were as grand as they appeared in “Rocky,” and they were filled with tourists and bridal parties equally, which isn’t surprising considering the amazing view of the city from the top. We spent probably two hours wandering around the exhibits, everything from early American pieces to European art from the 1400s to 1800s (my most favorite).
There was even a modern art exhibit where dirt was thrown on mirrors, concrete bricks placed in baby pools, and a long piece of felt piled on the floor. It was at this point that we lost all composure and appropriate museum decorum and laughed at the thought of dirt being art. It didn’t help that we were starving, parched and overtired from staying up too late the night before. The neon row of zeros was beyond hysterical. Sufficed to say: I am not a modern/contemporary art person.
My parents were generous and provided a hotel room for my friends and me since the boys stayed with them and I probably wouldn’t have been able to escape Mommyhood for a waking moment otherwise. At first I thought it was too generous, but after having the space to spread out and stay up late, I was even more grateful. Thanks, Mom and Dad. For everything!
There are more photos to sort through, so stay tuned. I’ll collect a formal gallery and post it soon.
Or I’ll just take a picture of a pile of dirt and say that it’s a modern reflection of my time spent in Philadelphia and you can take from it what you will.
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