In which I’m catching up on my New York posts.

Last Thursday I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art all by myself.

I went downtown (er, uptown) with Deboka to her school to see if I could get in for an acupunture treatment but the day was fully booked. In the library I got online to figure out how to get to the Met. Deb gave me directions to the subway from her school, and off I went with a few handwritten notes.

I walked the wrong direction after I surfaced from the subway, but eventually got where I was going.

The museum is gigantic and I wasn’t able to find a map among the leaflets in the lobby, so I simply walked in and started wandering.

I saw the Art of the Samurai exhibition.

I saw a bunch of modern art I wasn’t particularly interested in, but I was kind of tickled to be in the presence of my first real-life Andy Warhol and my first real-life Jackson Pollock. I ended up in the French Art Deco section and had a brief but torrid love affair with a newspaper table:

Saw a bunch of Greek stuff, some Egyptian stuff, some African stuff… and finally, finally I found the Asian exhibitions. There was an entire room full of Buddha statuary:

A few rooms later, I found the Hindu deities. Ganesh!

Lord Shiva!

Of course, the museum closes at 5:30 on Thursdays, so immediately thereafter I got kicked out.

Deb was taking a mid-term until seven, so I sat on the steps of the museum for awhile and people-watched.

After that, I found a bar to sit in. I had a drink, rested my feet a little more, and caught up on my Twitter feed. Then I managed to get all the way back to Deb without getting lost, and we went out for Indian food.

Success! I navigated the subway twice and didn’t end up in Queens!