Modern Art: Best When Drunk

I met a friend for brunch this weekend and we tied one on. It was an all-you-can-drink brunch, and the staff was highly invested in getting us inebriated. And it's a good thing too.

After brunch, we went to the New Museum to check out some modern art. I'd been wanting to check out the museum for a while, because it is near my house and has a sweet "Hell Yes!" sign out front.

I'm also a big fan of modern art. And when I say a big fan, I mean it in the "I like this more than other kinds of art" way. I'm not a patron or anything.

But I was NOT a fan of the art at the New Museum. Granted, there were a few pieces that I really liked, like this Spider-Man thing and some lighting concept, but my first impression of the place went a little something like this:

"Hey, check out that drawing."
"Um, is that a penis?"
"Yeah. Why does that guy look like a Mexican Popeye?"
"Does this remind you of the dick drawings from Superbad? What does that say?" (writing is in Spanish)
"'I like your boobs.'"
"Seriously?"
"Si."
Inappropriately loud laughter.

We continued this way for about 30 more drawings. There was also a Leif Garrett collage that was pretty hilarious. I'm sure people thought we were the worst museum guests ever, but you just can't be expected to hold in the laughter when someone's sex doodles are framed and titled.

After the first floor exhibit, things got progressively better, but not great. But the nice thing about the New Museum is that they know what they are and what they're not. How else can you explain the bar on their roof?