X: Rancid, Norwood House, Beach, Ice Cream

Had a fun-filled and super busy weekend! Saw Rancid perform at the Fillmore (I still call it Irving Plaza, but whatever) on Friday night with bf and two other people. Rancid was so awesome. They played all their old hits and even one Operation Ivy song. Tim Armstrong gained some weight and no longer has a mohawk. Shaved head. Balding, perhaps? I wish he didn't dress like an LA gangster-- what happened to the punk rock look? They're from CA, so I guess he is allowed to look all gang-y. Afterwards, we tried to grab dinner at the beautiful and super classy Norwood House (competitor of the Soho House, but "less Euro trashy" and no photographs or cell phone use allowed), but it was tres late and the dining section was closed. In any case, the place is beautiful and I can't wait to dine there and try out the beer-battered dipped frog legs! I didn't take this photo, but here is the gist:



On Saturday, took the train to Brooklyn and met up with the bf for his magazine party/show extravaganza. Ate free tacos and sweat a lot.

Sunday was perfect weather! Went to the beach with the bf in an old school Lilly Pulitzer bikini and worried about getting a sunburn. Read GQ's piece on James Franco-- skip it. He is a snooze. Read great articles in New York Magazine about race/Obama. Do not skip! After the beach, we hit up Whole Foods and later, met up with longtime best friend and looked through her brand new photos from her vacation to Italy, France and Switzerland and then treated myself to weekly splurge of Cold Stone. (FYI: Cold Stone on 72nd Street posts their calories now!!! Horrific.)

IX: Fin De Semana

Weekend Plans:
1. Attend Rancid show at Irving Plaza. The last time I saw this band I was 19-- should be nostaglic. Tim Armstrong is 41?!?!
2. Attend magazine party/thing.
3. Squeeze in a movie. Either Tropic Thunder, Pineapple Express or Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Or Clone Wars if the bf has any say.

V: Day at the Museum

Took advantage of our Guggenheim membership and went to the Louise Bourgeois exhibit. Frankly, it was a real snooze fest, so skip it.

However! The Jeff Koons rooftop exhibit at the Met was magnificent! His traditional Balloon Dog sculpture was there in all its glory. I can’t believe that it’s made of steel. Prior to seeing it, my bf said he had always thought it was actually a balloon. The gift-wrapped heart sculpture was okay, but subpar compared to the dog. And the third sculpture, Coloring Book, was a huge lumpy looking thing. Thanks to reading reviews of the exhibit prior to going, I knew it was based on Piglet from Winnie-the-Pooh. Without that knowledge, I would’ve just thought, “Oh, what a nice piece of giant plastic.” The rooftop is gorgeous and you can see great views of the city. And there is a bar up there too with $7 beers.