The worst idea ever?
A few weeks ago, Careyanne and I went to a happy hour that was held on the roof of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was amazing. There were a few art pieces up there… including the giant balloon doggy,
you could look out across Central Park from an amazing vantage point… but most importantly, you could drink. And I did. When you’re done, you can wander through the museum… which is cool… unless you’re drunk… and I was. Now I’m meandering amongst some of the worlds greatest treasures… and I’m hammered. This is a bad, bad combination. I didn’t break anything priceless… but I could have. I could have literally rubbed my face on a Van Gogh. This is how close I was… I took this picture with my iPhone…
There were no security ropes to keep me at a safe distance from the paintings.
I think there should be a fireman’s pole for your exit from the museum happy hour. Beer to street with no opportunity for destruction. Maybe a giant inflatable slide right from the roof, with a sign that says “Caution… watch for falling drunks.”