So These Two Aliens Walk Into A Chapel...

All right, all right…I guess there ARE a COUPLE of things to do in New York City - thanks to YOU guys anyway. As recommended by msmeta of Adventures at Midlife and Alessia of Musings From The Crypt, I went to The Cloisters . This may sound like a song, but I took the A Train to get there. It’s way up north, like almost Canada. But I got to see this cool medieval stone carving that used to hang over a 12th century yoga studio:

And who knew Salvadore Dali’s great, great, great, (etc…) grandfather was an artist?

By now, some of you Cloisters experts are probably saying, "Hey, what kind of crap is that? Where are the medieval doorways? And it's not called the Cloisters for nothing you birdbrain! Show us the goddam Cloisters!" and you would be right.

For example, here is one of those medieval arches:

The doors to the eerie glow behind them were closed while the sign posted just in front of them read:

Stay out!

This means you!

We are aliens from the planet Zymog and we are busy repairing our spaceship that your lousy magnetic fields have detransmogrophied. We'd take off our jackets and stay awhile, but your apartment views suck butt. You will have access to this silly little chapel next Tuesday when our Dr. Quark has restored our takeoff thingy. He will be sure to announce our departure with a pithy farewell at which time you may have access to your silly little chapel again. So, why don't you go check out the rest of the museum and walk away now? We hear the stained glass is representative of your parents.

By the way, why in the hell don't they post signs that say NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY, so that I didn't have to get yelled at by some kid in a uniform when I flashed away at this Unicorn Tapestry?

And keep your shirt on pal, here's a picture of your damn Cloisters, already.

There. Happy now, you Cloisters freaks? Don't say I never gave you nuthin'.