Likewise, LA people consider 100 miles a nearly-insurmountable distance. When I was living in Charlottesville, I was used to driving 100 miles to get to Washington for all its city-amenities. In the past month, I have traveled thousands of miles. So 100 miles really seems pretty piddly to me. Then again, that was before I spent an hour looking for parking.
Met up with my former mentor and his friends. Cut through the Venice Arts Festival which I so need to spend more time at next year. Was introduced to friends of friends, who inevitably were famous. How L.A. We walked to the canals of Venice, plotted the purchase of one of the houses, then using the Toy to find the cars. It was a series of driving from one car to the next. M had to head to the theatre for call. Guy Smiley and his partner and I headed to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, while commenting on the insanity of car culture and humanity of LA.
The Museum was a cross between Wunderkammer and postmodern installation art with a healthy dose of WTF going on. The more you tried to think about it, the less it made sense. Just embrace it. Play Cat's Cradle with your teacher and look through the 3-D opera glasses and smile. It didn't help that I jumped into analyst mode, trying to apply what I learned in my museology class. Must go back.
Then we headed over to the Kirk Douglas Theater (yup, he was there) for opening night of This Beautiful City. Sort of the movie Saved meets the play Laramie Project with music. Interesting, but I'm not sure what the agenda really was. But from my complimentary seat up in the air, I had a great view of an equally confused audience.
I think the best way to sum up my experience is the Sad Tranny Clown Longs Drug at Rose & Main.
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