Last night was the very fun Sixth Annual Metropolitan Museum of Art Post Pride Party (created by the Multicultural Audience Development Initiative of the Met), which started off with a cabbie approaching me while I was in line to ask, "Do you mean all of these people are gay?" I told him I couldn't prove it, but that most of their dicks did, in fact, taste like shit.
The sound was on the fritz, but Quinn doesn't need amplification. She knows how to speak!
It was "business casual," so I suffered through a day in dress pants only to discover half the attendees were in shorts. Unless your business is gardening, they were basically telling me, "Screw you, my legs are too divine to hide." Many had a good point.
We first listened to a hasty intro of Tony Kushner, followed by the briefest of greetings by NYC mayoral candidate Christine Quinn. Quinn basically just welcomed us and compared the event to the Met Costume Institute Gala.
Upstairs, we took in the "PUNK: Chaos to Culture" exhibit, which was interesting enough. The most compelling pieces, to me, were the original punk T-shirts contributed by Adam Ant. Boy sure did wear a lot of big ol' penises on his chest back in the day. Goody two-shoes? Hardly.
The more haute couture pieces were less up my alley, but did show the how fashion had taken over what had begun as an organic street movement.
I spent most of the party chatting about Britney and *NSYNC with a work colleague, as well as discussing back and eyebrow grooming and nude beaches. It wasn't punk so much as a couple of punks, but it sure beat standing outside in the rain.
The whole event is sponsored by two gay couples—deep pockets and generous, yet none of the four is single. I mean, admission is free! (Although all the free tickets evaporated within 1.5 seconds of the RSVP link going live.)
Fun party I hope to make an annual tradition.