Keianna

Saturday can only be described as slightly disappointing. Not so disappointing that the day was a complete flop, just disappointing enough for my best friend and I to make jokes and blame each other.

Usually art museums are my thing; I get lost in the art and couldn’t be happier about it. I’m sad to say that I can’t say the same of the museum we decided to visit. It may have been the pretentious older people who scoffed when we walked in and avoided us as we tried to take in the art. We were met with dirty looks when we attempted to discuss, in whispers, the meaning of a particular piece that had caught our eye. I rolled my eyes when a stranger whispered to her companion that they should really make the museum open only to people 18 and over. We eventually left, stopping momentarily at the gift shop before realizing the mugs in our hands were priced at $700.

We stopped next at a small garden which I believed to be the most beautiful and relaxing place on earth. The obligatory Snapchats were taken. We sat on a bench and looked at the fish. We talked about life. We got hungry and set off to find food.

There were many failed attempts before we decided on a place to eat. An hour of walking brought us to a restaurant where you have to slide your tray down the line and tell the servers what you want cafeteria style. This was not convenient for two teens with anxiety, and drove us both to returning trays and exiting awkwardly.

We ended up at a restaurant that some YouTubers call the holy grail of vegan eating. We complained about the mac and cheese being spicy, but praised the strawberry lemonade. People walking by were happy and sometimes waved.

“My horoscope says that today isn’t going to be what I expected but still a lot of fun.”
Well, that makes a lot of sense. ♦