On Thursday, my drawing class went on a field trip to a museum to see a traveling Andy Warhol exhibit. I’m not a huge Warhol fan myself. I felt like I might as well just stay home, because I could see things just as interesting in my pantry.
That being said, I adore museums,
and I’d get to miss math if I went. So I reluctantly agreed. I tried to tame my
pessimism the entire bus ride there, and actually ended up getting myself
pretty excited somehow. I bounced up and down in my seat and dramatically squealed
things like “ANDY WARHOL WAS PHOTOSHOP BEFORE PHOTOSHOP WAS PHOTOSHOP!” I went
through his works on GloriousHairGirl’s iPod on the way over. I pictured myself
in an Andy Warhol painting.
By the time we got there, I was so
excited that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Now that I had lied to my
brain and acted like Andy Warhol was my favorite thing in the world, I was
giddy.
They basically let us go wherever
we wanted once we got in there, and told us a time to meet. I had been in this
museum a million times, so I’d seen all the regular exhibits. I went straight
to where the Andy Warhol exhibit was.
I was thoroughly confused. The
entire area was roped off, and past the rope was nothing but a wide expanse of
blank white walls. Was I in the wrong place?
I grabbed the nearest staff member
I saw and asked him where the exhibit was. He rolled his eyes and pointed to
the sign, where it clearly said that the Warhol exhibit had ended last week. It
was probably in some museum in Colorado by now.
While I stared at him blankly,
GloriousHairGirl had a full blown meltdown, throwing herself dramatically on
the red rope blocking us from the empty room and wailing “ANDY WARHOL WAS A
LIEEEEEEEEEE”.
Somehow, my teacher booked the
entire field trip without even checking
to see when the exhibit left. I ended up going back to the bus and reading
for a half an hour rather than staring at a white wall.
Guys, remind me again why I took
Drawing?
