We're in the Met, looking through an exhibit of musical instruments from the last few centuries (I got to see a Stradivarius), which included harpsichords, pianos, guitars, violins, violas, mandolins, and, most importantly, lutes. Two middle-aged women walked past me, and just as they passed, one said to the other in a sort-of-musing but very serious tone of voice, as if the exhibit had reminded her of something she'd been thinking about for a while:

"I think I need a lute."

I was very amused (treating a museum like a shopping mall - "hey, I need one of them!"), and spent the rest of our time in the museum going "Hmm...I think I need an authentic Byzantine necklace" and "Hmm...I think I need a twelve-foot long pike".

One of the exhibits included some reproductions of fancy bedrooms. I thought that a hilarious piece of meta-art would be to put an empty condom wrapper in the middle of one of the extravagant four-poster beds. Imagine wandering through the Metropolitan Museum of Art and seeing that! Yes, Patri has a strange sense of humour.

A brief amusement occured when we went to get show tickets. We wanted to see Mamet's play "Sexual Perversion in Chicago", and so I got to tell the ticket seller "Sexual Perversion for two, tonight, please". Unfortunately it wasn't playing that evening.

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