I had planned to go to the beach today. To relax and swim and get a lot of Vitamin D, while simultaneously slathering myself with SPF 70, to make sure I didn't turn into a giant tomato.
Then, I realized how hot it was, how hot the sand would be, and how--since I haven't been in the sun in a bathing suit in a year--I would buuuuurn.
So, my plans changed. I hopped on a bus and spent the afternoon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was amazing, beautiful, inspiring, and air conditioned.
Do you know what this guy reminds me of?
This:
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