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Believe me, he understands what he wants to understand. He plays the “I don’t understand card” repeatedly knowing you’ll eventually get frustrated and give up. It’s a game you can’t win. In fact, the only way to win is not to play and send him home empty handed as soon as the game starts. At first I thought he was just messy, but now it’s clear he’s a con artist.

De Blasio is a moron who needs to stop hoping someone will ask him to run for President and start running the City instead.

LMAO... Sometimes a “cigar”...is just a thumb.

I say cut him some slack..... I mean.....“very nice but not incredible butt”....just doesn’t roll off the tongue as easily. Grin

LMAO....and people still ask why we require math classes in college.

I predict this isn’t going to end well....

You can’t buy taste. And like most extravagant weddings....it’s a huge tacky waste. Anytime someone tries to impress me with how many “Swarovski” crystals they used....I can’t help but thinking...”bitch, please....they're just rhinestones.” On a final note...the “champagne” listed on their dinner menu.....is a sparkling wine....not Champagne!

Sounds messy. And funny. Thanks for the warning!

I would start at Leatherman on Cristopher street. I’ve never seen them there but even if they don’t, I’d bet they know where you could find it. Forget looking in Germany. My understanding is that Nazi paraphernalia is illegal there.

They gave us the miracle of cell phones with mega pixel cameras.... And we choose to use them to take selfies and pictures of our food. We will not be judged kindly by history.....that much I know.

I deplore foodies. I don’t ask my surgeon where the thread came from that he’s going to use to close my abdomen, I don’t ask my accountant which tax program he’s going to use to file my taxes, and I don’t ask my gardener where he got the seeds of grass he’s planting. Why on God’s green earth would I torture a chef with such banal things. If it’s a quality restaurant and he’s a good chef....I assume he’s done his job. If I care that much about the food....I should be making it myself. Yesterday, I sat next to a couple who not only photographed their food endlessly, but the also launched into a 20 minute debate about where the freaking morels came from. Best part? When they finally got around to eating it, they complained to the waiter that the dish was cold....without the even slightest hint of irony. Priceless!

LMAO. If Grindr banned bottoms....there would be no Grindr.

Who fucking cares if it’s real or not? It’s the internet. It’s fun to read and it gives me hope....which is more than I can say for 99% of the crap I read online. Party on HorneyRetiree....party on!

Amazing bodies and beautiful men...... Until you realize that the “tall” ones....are 5’4”.

There’s a graph that points to an impending war....no doubt about it.

He’s real and real fun.

At the Sophia, in the room Guernica is displayed, there’s a case showing all of the letters Alfred Barr of MOMA wrote trying to explain repeatedly another excuse that MOMA was concocting for not returning Guernica to Spain. Picasso had stipulated that MOMA could “hold” the painting for safe keeping during Franco’s reign, but that it was to return to Spain once he was no longer in power. It’s almost comical. Which of course the Spaniards know, and that’s why they display the letters so prominently.

We invited our teachers to a private brunch reunion of the honor students from my high school. It was cute. They stood on the front lawn and refused to come in until we all promised that.... "If we fucked up your life....you won't tell us". We raise our hands and promised....several mimosa later....we all learned a great deal!

....or both.

Dear lord, how did I miss this thread the first time around? The Met - the home of my spiritual soul. I’ve spent days, weeks, years, wondering the galleries. I “know” every inch...and yet each time I discover something exciting and new. They missed the boat on Modern and have never caught up. I forgive them. That’s what MOMA is for after all... The Guggenheim - the spiral of my dreams. Eternal and never aging. Thank you Mr Wright. Thank you Peggy. Visionaries both. MOMA - the once perfect building is now a face lifted pale imitation. And the dumb whore is going back to have more work done. Love the art and always will. Pity about the massacred structure it’s “sort of” displayed in. Dont fuck with perfect. The Neue Galerie - God love Mr. Lauder for bringing a small piece of Vienna to NYC. I will meet anyone, any time, in the Cafè Sabarsky for lunch. The new Whitney - now THIS is how you upgrade a building. From drab and ugly to fabulous and cutting-edge in one fell swoop. They always said they had an amazing collection of American Art. Now they can prove it. The Frick, the Morgan Pierpoint, the Cooper Hewitt, the Cloisters,....all gems worthy of hours of quiet contemplation. Ok....so I love Manhattan and all it’s museums. I can spend hours upon hours. No problem. I realize I am unusual in this regard and I warn my friends, “I’ll be spending 6 to 8 hours here. I’ll do the “highlights” with you for one hour and then you can run along and leave me with the art....I'll meet you for dinner”. Philly - for its size.....it’s the best art town in the world. Boston - not as great as you’d expect, but Isabella is one hell of a crown jewel. Chicago - like most of the Midwest...it’s occasionally amazing, but rarely breath taking. LA and San Fran - Lots of mediocre stuff. Fun to visit if you’re in town. Don’t go out of you’re way to get there though. The Uffizi - astounding but strangely hard for me to get through despite numerous attempts. I get bored fast and it makes me feel like a Philistine. Any art daddy who wants to take me here and educate me is welcome. The Hermitage - Wow. It’s like looking through your mothers attic and finding 10 Rembrandt’s. As with most of Russia it’s insane and impressive at the same time. When I was here Matisse’s The Dance wasn’t open to the public “for budget reasons”. A sympathetic security guard took pity on me and allowed me to have a 10 minute private viewing. He didn’t speak English and I don't speak Russian....but the love of art is indeed a universal language. The Louvre - flawless despite the hordes of unwashed masses. That’s an impressive feat to accomplish. After the Met...it’s the place I’m most at peace. I’m not a fan of the Mona Lisa, but everything else I pretty much love. Jacques-Louis David alone is worth the price of admission, not to mention the Michelangelos, Ingres, Géricaults, Delacroixs and so much more. The d’Orsay - another gem. Impressionism’s high holy ground. A spectacular building as well. Also over run with tourists, but at least they’re trying to expose themselves to culture. The Prado and the Sophia....stunning. Wish I had made the effort to discover them earlier in my life. When I cried in front of Guernica...a guard approached me. I was afraid she was going to reprimand me. Instead she gently hugged me and said “don’t worry, you’re not the first”. Vienna - love it. “The Kiss” astounded me in person like few pieces ever have. If you like The Neue Galerie...you owe it to yourself to see it’s inspiration. Provincial and fabulous at the same time. Something I never thought possible before I came here. Berlin and Munich - the Barberini faun alone is enough. And there is soooo much more. The Pergamon Alter makes me weak, Käthe Kolltitz gives me strength, and Casper David Friedrich makes me at peace with being alone the world. So to the OP, I understand how museums can exhaust you...but strangely I can spend eternity in them, and never get even the slightest bit tired. Yes, when I return to to my hotel room, my feet hurt and I barely have the strength to eat dinner, but my spiritual soul is still yearns for 2 more minutes in front of a masterpiece. Thankfully, as this thread demonstrates, I’m not the only one.

Amen. What a pain in the ass. And if you REALLY hate someone....name two “co-executors”. It’s a living hell that lasts well over a year.

I love this term for it! We’ve all been there and done that btw....live and learn.

When there’s a frying pan involved.....it’s meth. Just an observation.

I wish him the best. Many years of amazing sexy bodywork with this talented man. He will be missed.