Yeah, so I fail at NaBloPoMo. I was too busy this weekend having a fantastic time with my aunt and uncle to write blog entries! We attended two spectacular Broadway shows, Gypsy (with the extraordinary Patti LuPone) and Chekov’s The Seagull, and spent Saturday afternoon at the MoMA.

Regarding Gypsy, I find it hilarious that two of the most “upbeat” audition songs I know, “Everything’s Comin’ Up Roses” and “Cabaret,” are sung by women fighting not to break down in despair.

Regarding MoMA, SO MUCH JOY! They’re doing a special exhibition on Van Gogh’s paintings of night scenes, and my faith in “Starry Night” has been restored! I first saw “Starry Night” in person when I was a senior in high school, and I was crushed to see it was so much smaller than I imagined. Note that this came the year after I saw the Rosetta Stone in person, which I’d imagined as a 2001-esque monolith. It was like learning Santa wasn’t real. Anyway, since then, the shock made me misremember the size of “Starry Night” as being much smaller than it actually was, so when I saw it again, I was overjoyed. YES, that’s how big “Starry Night” should be! It’s perfect! Three cheers for confusing the brain with unreasonable expectations! Now if only the Mona Lisa and “Persistence of Memory” would follow suit.

Anyway, yay for getting to spend time with my aunt and uncle! Best relatives ever. Don’t try to argue, because you will be wrong.

My sister and I are the cutest sisters in the universe. This is not up for debate.

Behold our utter lack of family resemblance!