The one about The Gates and Big Knockers or Something for Vixanne to Read Because She's Bored

Today, I went to see The Gates in Central Park with my friend Teacher2be. For those who have been living under a rock, The Gates 1979-2005 is a public art installation that winds its way over 23 miles of Manhattan's Central Park. The installation consists of 7500 saffron colored gates that are about 16 feet high, pieces of drapery hangs down about seven feet from each gate. It was created at a cost of around 20 million dollars by a pair of artists named Christo and Jean Claude.

So, we went. We walked through part of it. I didn't get it. No, wait, I take that back. I don't think there was anything to get. Teacher2be thought it was a waste of time and money, particularly with the sorry state of our economy and the seriousness of world events. I'm not sure I agree. What The Gates has done is brought a city together and that is is no easy feat. As a friend of Synge's posted on her blog, this is the first time in recent memory that residents of this area and visitors to our beautiful city have come en masse to see something that wasn't a huge hole that contained the smoldering remains of thousands. I appreciate and respect the amount of time it took to construct The Gates. It certainly is impressive. But what I really loved about it and what I keep thinking about is that millions of people will have come to walk under these weird things in the middle of winter and contemplate what it means and how it was done and perhaps, for an afternoon or an hour, laugh and smile and stare and think and, just maybe, forget about the sorry state of our economy and the seriousness of world events. For me, that is the real achievement of The Gates 1979-2005.

Then, my companion and I went searching for somewhere to lunch. Everything around Central Park was crowded so we walked towards midtown and decided to eat at Hooters. Hooters you ask? Yes, Hooters. Now, I must confess, I have never been to Hooters. Big surprise! I've never had the desire to eat at Hooters. But, I was starving and really need to pee, so off to Hooters we went. Let me just say this. The bathrooms at Hooters are absolutely disgusting. People were there with small children. Our waitress was very kind and informed us that she was wearing a water bra. The shorts that the waitresses have to wear show lots of ass. Our waitress said the money there wasn't that great and the New Yorkers really don't like Hooters. The food wasn't awful. It was sort of like eating at Kings Dominion. It's outrageously expensive. Teacher2be and I took a picture with our waitress which I think I may blow up and hang over my desk. Hmmm...maybe I'll have my birthday party there!