MFA and Toastmasteers

Do you know what is Masshole? It's an asshole born in Massachusetts. I just learned that yesterday. If I were a better writer I probably could provide you with a better description of "it", but I'm not, so that would suffice you.

Yesterday I went to the MFA Boston with the Swedish girl.
I hate so much this huge museums; this one, the Met and the Moma are the same stupid thing. Well actually the Moma it's a little better because at least you don't get lost are and there is light. The MFA an the Met are traps, the air quality is very good to preserve the pieces, but hardly good enough for keep you alive. And then you jump from Africa to Japan to China to Egypt until you just want to cry.
My strategy for these monsters is to go the first time for a reconnoissance trip, where I got to know where the restrooms are and what sort of cafes they have. Usually they all have three, the ugly one in the basement for the poor, the "not that expensive one" and the really expensive for the rich. Then I speed up like a mad person kind of looking for something that catch my eye, and that is what I'm going to see next time.
In the meanwhile I'm enjoying the Chinese part of the MFA.