Yeah, I lost my phone on my way to MoMA. The only way I'd be convinced to go to an art museum is: there was nothing better to do, being with at least one pretty lady, I was compelled or paid, or that Pixar had an exhibit.
I bought a book of the exhibit since you couldn't take pictures and some awesome postcards of art not shown at the exhibit. I should have bought two... so I could sell one years from now.
My phone was found. The cab driver is going to FedEx it to me. How cool is that?
Posted by Michael at January 28, 2006 10:38 PM