
Given that over dinner the previous evening you've heard people complaining about MoMA's twenty dollar entry fee, decide that they're being stick-in-the-muds. Go anyway. Queue in the cold for twenty minutes. Pay and marvel at the state-of-the-art designer coatcheck area for ten minutes. Marvel at how it's stuck in the 1920s, but try not to let that spoil your day.
Charge up to the top of the galleries and be stunned by the views down through this most impressive of buildings. Become slightly curious at the security guard who won't let you take photographs on the top floor ("in case you drop your camera"). Boggle a bit. Hit some art, ploughing through droves of human litter to see it. Decide a coffee is called for and enjoy some lovely handmade chocolates in a nice minimalist cafe on the fourth floor. Note that we have the same glassware as they do and decide that they must be cool.
All in all, spend a good five hours or so looking at art. Decide that twenty dollars for five hours of entertainment is reasonable value and declare that skinflints are humbugs. It's afternoon, so go shopping.
If it's Monday, it must be Macy's, so head down to the giant store which is - miraculously - on 34th Street. Head all the way to the top of the building looking for menswear, only to discover it's on the second floor, but just in a different part of the building from the one you thought you were in. Be mildly diverted by this. Try on clothing while being chided by a short chinese woman with no system. Buy stuff, then head back to your hotel to relax.
In the evening dine on chinese food, in an excellent little chinese restaurant. Spot a Japanese place that you fancy going to for dinner on the Tuesday. Relax, unwind, think of art.