Andy Misses Me

I have to admit, my last visit to the city that never sleeps was pretty dang hard to top. Because of time constraints on our last day there, we only spent two hours at the MET ... and in my world, that's just scratching the surface. I am giddy with anticipation of receiving my little red pin and maybe even paying the $7 for the audio guide, where this time I'll camp out near my Andy.

This is where my mind goes when I look at that can of tomato soup... what made him look at a can of soup that way on that day and think, "I think I'll paint that...?" Was he hungry for a grilled cheese and a warm bowl of tomato soup that day? Where was he when he created Jackie-O in all her facially-spliced glory? Do you think Andy had a crush on her like the rest of America? Will the Chanel bottles be waiting for me this time or in the home of a greedy bagillionaire? So unfair.

Do they serve Americana pie in the cafe upstairs, because if I ran it, I would. I think it's clever. You could have your Van Gogh pie with a chunk cut off the crusty, creamy top. Americana pie would have a tomato-red center with a white meringue topping and it would taste like a Willy Wonka three-course version of creamy tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwich and a crusty baguette. OK, so maybe in a pie, that'd be gross, but if you could make that and serve it in a cafe at the MET, I think people would order it. Not all pie is sweet. Am I right?

I am going to pack my day-pack with my camera, water, journal, different-colored pens, glue stick, tiny sewing scissors and Burt's Bees. I may stay all day. I hope that like in the movie Enchanted, that Jamaican band will be outside on the front steps with a drum-line full of beat.

Well, Andy, just a couple more months until we're together again. Please whisper into the ears of the museum staff that a proper dusting or Windex of glass will be needed the night before I get there. I hope they at least have a bowl of warm soup upstairs I can order for my lunch. Oh, and a cup of hot tea. I might even have pie for lunch that day, too.