Thursday, 10/30/08- I woke up with a massive migraine. I stayed in bed and groaned until the last possible moment, which was 10:10 a.m. when I had to hop in my car to move it. The night before, after hanging out with Niles and Roslyn, we caught a taxi to the Upper East side, at which point I moved my car to the Upper West Side. I couldn’t find a good spot, though, so I settled for one that let me stay until 11 a.m. (and coincidentally parked behind someone with an SU sticker). So I rolled out of bed and moved my car back to the Upper East side, where their street cleaning ended at 10:30. I stumbled in to David’s apartment where Cindy and the kids were packing up to leave. Cindy gave me a migraine medication she had, which made all the difference. I would not have left bed for the rest of the day without it, but instead I was fine afterwards. I was so grateful.
Roslyn & I looking suave in the dressing room of Anthropologie before going to the Miro opening at MOMA
Later I went to an auction house with Roslyn’s class to hear a jewelry appraiser talk about her process. I’ll always have more appreciation for jewelry as a result. I’d love to go back during an auction. By the way, sales have been down at auction houses too, especially with contemporary art. Afterwards we went to Anthropologie in Rockefeller Center and I spent my gift certificate finally on a shirt and pajama pants. We changed in their dressing rooms and headed over to the members only opening of the Miro show at the MOMA. Ros acquired two tickets. The art was great! There’s a Van Gogh show up with some really wonderful night scenes and the famous Starry Night, which I got to see in person. At the Miro show it was amazing to see the breadth of styles he worked in in only a decade (the premise for the show). The opening itself was disappointing though. The food was very simple- slices of red and yellow pepper, carrots, couliflower, crackers and nuts with raisins. The drinks were free and they had white sangria. That was the major plus. There were plenty of people, and lots of young people. The bathrooms were still dirty from the day and the entrance doors had fingerprints all over. I guess it just didn’t feel like we were trying to be impressed. At Delavan, a lot goes into our openings to make sure everything is perfect. It felt like this was an obligatory event to give as a perk to get people to be members. I’m willing to bet that the major donors get wined and dined the way I thought we would at the members opening. I suppose it’s only fair.
