On Saturday my partners in classy crime, Rachel, Kelly, and I headed downtown to the Andy Warhol Museum where we played pretentious by overanalyzing everything in sight (is that chair part of the artwork? are the number of steps in the staircase symbolic of ?)and enjoyed their Darth Vader exhibit. No pictures because the hipster at the front desk told us not to. The weather was absolutely stunning (the force was with us, apparently) so we walked along the water and I felt it necessary to sing songs from Show Boat. We pretended to be guests at The Renaissance and evaded suspicious maids to attempt a peek at one of the waterfront rooms. Operation Eloise was not successful. We then made our way to the William Penn Hotel and snuck into the Grand Ballroom on the tip top floor which looks like it was pulled from the watery depths of the Titanic. We enjoyed imagining the grand parties that must have taken place there a hundred years ago and attempted a waltz, which failed because our middle school dance etiquette in this day and age only extends to the macarena and mindless grinding.
It's hard to be Dorothy Parker in today's world.
Spent the rest of the afternoon with secret agent Rhette Butler listening to free music, re-enacting flash dance and jumping for Gene Kelly.
Evening involved a choreographed toast to music from 2001: A Space Odyssey and 90s nostalgia.
Saturday + midnight waffles and real!Spike Lee sum up the week nicely. Yes, Spike Lee gave a lecture at my university. It was wonderful. And free.
I love college.