The episode where Austen and Vickey pretend to be *Art People*
So on Friday night, Vickey and I both mutually agreed to go out and do a social activity that, not so deep down, neither of us *really* wanted to do. The MFA was hosting an overnight event, that lasted from 9 pm to 9 am targeted at college students. The little blurb made it sound really fun: lawn games, food trucks, dancing, drinks, and most importantly free admission.
Plus, I always like an opportunity to wear something fun and unusual, so going to an *Art* event seemed like the perfect venue for that. This is the outfit I wore (I don’t have photos of me wearing it since it was nighttime lol).
I wore Uniqlo skinny ultra stretch jeans in 66 Blue and Iro black leather ankle boots that I got from The RealReal, both of which I wore during the day. To go out, I put on this green tee from Madewell, an utterly fabulous glittery gold bomber jacket that I got in Paris at a store called Promod, and a little silver studded green velvet purse from TopShop. I’ve linked where I was able!
I felt super cool and hip in the outfit, but of course when we showed up I realized that I was wearing SO MANY COLORS compared to the *Art People*, who were all essentially wearing shades of black. So much for that.
I had ample time to study the outfits of the *Art People* since the line was probably half a mile long. We set our scene in chilly Boston, in the darkness, where our two friends, Vickey and Austen, wait in line for over an hour and a half. About halfway through the line, we discussed how much we did not want to be there, but that we felt committed now that we were so close to the goal. It was a true struggle, a real Sophie’s choice.
We passed the time by alternately complaining about various things (how cold it was, how long the line was, my thesis, her job search, the state of politics, you know the usual), and playing games with undefined rules. At one point I just said “Apple” and Vickey said “Banana” and I responded “Coconut” and a game was born through mutual, albeit tacit, concurrence. At one point, when I had succumbed to the cold and the late hour, I spent a good 15 minutes trying to think of an animal that started with “N”, coming up with nothing, while trying out different sounds to jog my memory (i.e. I spent 15 minutes going “nuuuuuuz? Nuuuuuuus? Nuuu...nuuuuuuuf?” while Vickey laughed and taunted me with “you’re so close, just one more syllable!”). Eventually, I prevailed by coming up with “newt”.
I know. Riveting.
Eventually we actually got into the museum. And as we had come to expect during our 1.5 hours of waiting and disillusionment, it was a shit show. I’m talking puke in the sinks, drunk ass college kids doing arts’n’crafts and droning on and on to each other about “the texture of this is really revolutionary” while looking at a snail made of an old shirt arm (which Vickey was rather enamored of, though for much less pretentious reasons). *Art People*, am I right? God, the poor guards were frantically trying to keep people from swaying and tripping too close to the art. There were a few choice moments throughout the evening.
They are truly few in number, though, because Vickey and I did a quick lap once we got in, and then left 20 minutes later. Then we went to get nachos at Felipe’s and ate them ravenously without speaking or making eye contact. It was glorious.