I decided that I wanted to take Cort down Kelly Drive. It's really a pretty area, right on the river with the boat houses and such, but we soon discovered that the Drive was closed that day for a bike ride. This did not stop us from driving around lost in the Great Northeast and through some neighborhoods I felt less that comfortable in. Cort had mentioned that she wanted to so the PSPCA while she was in town, and I flat out told her no because it's located in this very part of town. So, I was really anxious to get out of there and back on track. We made it to the museum incident free, but it was a stressful drive for me.
Once there it took a little while to find the Calls and Nate/Kita. KiLee had decided to stay home and prep for vacation, as well, as have a normal day for Ryker to rest. We met everyone out by the Rocky statue.
The part ran, part walked, part ambled up those famous stairs.
This is just the top-most section of those stairs. :)
We finally got in and wandered upstairs to view the exhibits. It was so boring I nearly threw myself over the atrium. I can appreciate the inherent beauty and importance in Old Masters and Renaissance, pre-Renaissance work, but really, it just doesn't do anything for me, and the family was taking forever to look at everything. It wasn't until I broke away and went back downstairs that things started to look up.
There I found the good stuff. Impressionists, Pointillists, Dadaists, Expressionists, Contemporary and all things Modern Art. I hung out there until they announced the museum was closing and then found the rest of the group.
The Calls and T3 were going back to T3's for a birthday dinner for LaNae, but Cort and I had reservations for a little luxury at the Philadelphia Ritz Carlton.
