I flew back from Smalltown, U.S.A., on Saturday night, and was reunited with Mrs. T (whom I hadn’t seen since our honeymoon, arrgh) shortly thereafter. This afternoon I’m headed for Washington, D.C., the last in a more or less nonstop series of out-of-town trips that got underway two days after our wedding.
I like travel, especially when I get to see good shows on the road, but right now I’m so tired of living out of a suitcase that I could just…well, unpack. I’m equally tired of blogging in departure lounges, writing columns in hotel rooms, and reading review copies on airplanes. I’m not exactly a homebody–I actually get a kick out of staying in hotels–but I miss sitting on my couch and looking at the art on the walls. I miss sitting in my nice black Eames chair and listening to mp3 files on my Bose speakers as I click away at my MacBook. I miss popping over to Good Enough to Eat in between deadlines. I miss Central Park. I even miss my gym.
Alas, I’m going to have to keep on missing these things until Friday night, for I have to attend a meeting of the National Council on the Arts in Washington. The good news, however, is as follows:
• Mrs. T has recovered from her virus and will be accompanying me.
• I’ll be taking her to the Phillips Collection (it’s her first visit!) and the National Gallery (we’re going to look at the Turner and Hopper retrospectives) in between NCA sessions.
• Ms. Asymmetrical Information, whom we last saw at the wedding, is throwing us a small dinner party.
Would I rather stay at home–or, better yet, in Connecticut, eating Mrs. T’s cooking and working on my Louis Armstrong book? You bet. But since we’ve got to go, we’re going to make the most of it, after which I plan to stay in New York for two whole weeks.
More as it happens….
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
