Fuck the Met

Tonight I was supposed to meet Kedrin and Bitz at the Met, since they are open til 9.

I brought my sketching materials, which I have brought in many times before.

And security wouldn't let them in.

I ended up in a tiff with the security boss person, because their enforcement of a vague policy is arbitrary and haphazard and .... I don't know what got into me, I just got really mad.  Why is it ok one day and not ok the next? Just because of whoever is at the bag check table? Annoyingly to his credit the man was nice to me as I kind of lost it on him.  I think he probably really did believe me that I was telling the truth that i had the exact same materials in the museum several times before.  And I even showed him a picture. But he still wouldn't let my travel box of pastels in.

I have been specifically told by security before that any dry media is ok.

There is some vague buried sentence on the website about "pencils only"- which I never had seen before- and avtually security had trouble finding it when I asked for the written policy.

Anyhow I was too mad to enjoy the museum and I met Kedrin outside and apologized.

I just couldn't.

I don't know what got into me, why this angered me so much. I can't shake it.

I was mad about not being able to sketch, I was mad about missing a night with my friends which was my choice, I was mad about being mad. I was mad about how unfriendly the Met is to artists in general.

I was mad about their inconsistent policy. I was mad because as wonderful as the Met is, the institution itself is quite assaholic.

I was so mad tonight, and so out of character for me that I even checked to see when my cycle is starting!! 

Not in the next couple of days.....

But I feel terrible and angry and it sucks.