/lit/ - Literature

>>20909583
The second, or third if you count the doctor's appointment, event of the day was the pre-opening of my university's art museum. My mom is an important member of the university. When we first arrived here, she was invited to the unveiling of the museum plans. I attended that event with her. And now, we were going to the unveiling of the museum itself. Attached to this post is a picture of me in front of a famous painting worth over $100 million. It has been on tour for the past few years, and for the people heavily involved with the museum, its placement and protection was constantly a point of concern during the event I attended 5 years earlier. Modern art isn't my style, but I was very impressed with the stature of my university's collection. And seeing this famous painting in-person, I must say that it is much better than what photographs suggest. My eyes were weirdly attracted to it. It wasn't like it was a Crivelli or a Monet, but it wasn't a car crash either.
I talked to some people who were saying hello to my mom. That evening, conversation felt especially dead and fake, but there was one conversational highlight. A man bearing a nametag with the last name Griffin looked just like Seth MacFarlane. I could place the resemblance immediately, but I couldn't recall Seth MacFarlane's name. I got it after a minute, and after Mr. Griffin lingered for a while, I told him about his resemblance and said I probably wouldn't have picked it up if it weren't for the nametag. I asked him if anyone else found the resemblance. He said no, but he was amused. This was a little outside of my comfort zone because people who get told they look like someone else frequently seem to be unhappy about the supposed resemblance, but I'm glad I mentioned it. I left with a brick in-hand. They were leftovers from construction they were handing out, and I laughed at the resemblance to George Soros-funded pallets.