Duality was the name of the game this weekend for Bwog.
Bwog did things in twos:
- One of us wrote:
- a play in 6 hours and saw it performed 14 hours later
- their fucking thesis
- Another slept:
- in a hotel and hated every second of it
- in their roommate’s bed and are still chasing that high
- Still another realized:
- they really like someone and hate it
- that they’re the metaphorical top of their friend group
- Someone impulsively:
- purchased pants because they were stressed
- almost cut their hair again
- And someone went:
- to see a specific exhibit at the MoMA
- to the wrong MoMA
Bwog took it easy:
- Took care of my family friend’s cat and had takeout in their apartment overlooking the city, feeling like the older single woman who lives in the Upper West Side that a part of me longs to be
- Watched a LOT of Schitt’s Creek
- Watched Sky High and Atlantis with new pals and remembered that things can be good :-)
- Did no work
- Was distracted by a dead bird on Milstein 2
- Vibed in a Panera
- Slept until 3 pm on Sunday
- Had very good dim sum
- Remembered how much I love trains
- Ascended to new heights during the Yale Marching Band’s version of “Sorry” by Justin Bieber
- Had the best broccoli-cheddar soup of my life in a 2 am Uber
- Spontaneously went out for Korean barbecue at 12:30 am
- Got a private tour of a Met exhibit and understood rich people a little bit better
Bwog took it less easy:
- Nursed the longest hangover I’ve had to date
- Decided to take an edible in a hot, sweaty gym and had the worst and longest high of my life
- Experienced the circle of hell Dante couldn’t bring himself to describe
- Tried to force myself to like yogurt, didn’t go well
- Laughed so hard I cried 4 times in 90 minutes
- Read the Communist Manifesto
- Accidentally got too crossed, was indeed struggling to add $40 to a $313 bill at the bar tab
- Turned 21
- Had clear skin… then broke out
Image of the correct MoMA via Wikipedia