Date Night

Greek and Roman wing at the Met {+}.  NYC.
6:38 pm.  Saturday.  13 October.  2012.
I love seeing wrinkly grandmas and grandpas on hot dates.  This couple cracked me up.  They had no qualms about intensely studying the um, how to put this delicately...ideal human form?  There they are, right up there, close and personal with a statue of Hercules.  Too cute.

At that age, life must be full of the freedoms most of us only earn from living out our fretful youths.  I know this is redundant and maybe even a little cliché, but it's got to be incredibly liberating not to worry about what people think of you, to dismiss fears that can threaten so fiercely, to ruthlessly live every hour on your own terms.  I can only imagine the peace and quiet that must be brimming inside them.

Little known fact: the Met {+} is open until 9 on Fridays and Saturdays.  Go at seven, seven-thirty, for the best museum visit you'll have in your life.  Unless it's the first Friday of the month in which case, stay home and order sushi.  That'll be ten times more fun than spending the entire night caught in long lines and suffocating crowds.