|Rain Room from behind the ropes|
Should we come back another day? I said this to the kid every time we walked up to the Rain Room at Moma this summer. The wait was so long each time and my corporate membership wouldn't upgrade us to the shorter members line. The first time we went, the wait was 2.5 hours and we thought no way are we waiting that long, that's ridiculous, but after becoming a member to jump the line and passing by a wait of 3, 4.5 and 7 hours on the next several visits we ended up waiting 8.5 hours on the closing weekend just because we had to see it for our selves.
|This is just part of the line when we arrived at 7am on Saturday morning, closing weekend|
It almost felt like a punishment for not realizing that 2.5 hours was actually reasonable. We were prepared with downloaded movies and an assortment of snacks, but we thought arriving at 7am would guarantee us no longer than a 3 hour wait. When we saw the enormous line when we arrived we almost left to go back home and crawl back into bed, but the kid said NO I want to stay. Later we found out from security that people had actually spent the night in sleeping bags.
|It's been over 8 hours and we are next in line, The kid is finally happy|
During this painfully long wait I realized a few things. For one, I'm a sucker for a gimmick, visual feast for the eyes or photo-op. Secondly, my kid is extremely patient and a glass of wine from the food cart made me more patient. I will never wait until the final weekend to see a show in NYC ever again. And finally, my fellow New Yorkers are wonderfully fun and kind people when they are trapped in a line for multiple hours to see art.
|A perfect rain shower|
|Showing some love on the back wall inside Rain Room|