The Doctor and I went to the Warhol Museum today. It's located just across downtown, just over the Andy Warhol bridge (how lucky is it that Andy Warhol was born in a city with a bridge that has the same name as him, right?!).
Now, I'm a big art lover. So's the Doctor. And while this is definitely a museum worth seeing, it didn't wow us.
Maybe I'm not a big Warhol fan yet.
Although, they do have a cool gift shop, where you can get kitschy cool stuff like the "inspiration gift box" to the right.
It might very well be the most hip place in the 'burgh I have visited thus far, what the video installations and the hip music playing and the young hip kids working there, all dressed in black with nose piercings. All I kept thinking about was when I used to go to clubs in the east village in NYC and felt like I didn't belong.
Or maybe that's what Warhol wants me to think. Genius!
Luckily, there was a bar across the street, filled with some folks emptying out of the Pirates game. And I definitely felt hip enough there to sit and enjoy a beer.
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