Weekend with The Girl

Its been three weeks but after the strangeness of actually being in the same room, it was a good time. Quite good, in fact, that it was hard to say farewell at the end of the visit...this time around, though...I don't feel drained and in need of a lot of sleep.

The Brewers destroyed the Braves on Friday night, but lost the next two. One step forward, two steps back. Not bad...with that team, I'm used to one step forward, eight steps back.

The Sucks won their game to even the series at 2-2...it was in typical fashion: build a big-ass lead, give it up...eke out a victory. Just another day at the office for the sucks.

We went to the Art Institue on Saturday. Saturday afternoons are usually the worse times to go to museums because of the crowds, but this time was pretty good. A funny thing happened there. An 'artsy type' looking woman looked at a statue and walked away from it with an expression that she was quite moved by the statue. It was a simple artifact. I could only imagine the twenty-five cent words she used in her mind to describe the experience. Then again, The Girl theorized that she had this reaction to show others that she 'gets it' even though she may not. I wondered about that...how many of the 'artsy types' at museums actually understand the art, and how many, 'artsy types' are outward about being 'moved' by things to give the impression that they do, when they really don't? Why be pretentious about something like that in the first place? I don't mean to say that I 'get art', but I think that 80% of what people theorize when they see a painting or sculpture is complete bullshit.

Interpret that.

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