My heart beats for California, Vol II
Read Vol I if you haven't already. Then Vol III finishes it off.
Editor's Note: It's been brought to my attention by Brian that they're “not entirely in the dark” about culture; they were familiar with Homestar Runner, just hadn't had time to visit it this year due to how busy they've been.
Most of the morning and early afternoon on Saturday I spent with gee win over at her pad (er, flat?), playing dice, listening to music, and trying to get her laptop to display DVD video on the TV properly so we could watch the Five Iron Frenzy DVD, but no such luck. We got it to display on the TV, but the size was way too big, and we tried everything but it just wouldn't cooperate, so we gave up on that. I went by Downtown Disney, where Heidi works, to have lunch with her, but she wasn't able to take her break for at least another hour due to coworkers already on break. Jerks. So I only got to spend a few minutes with her, which is better than nothing.
At about 4 gwyn and I headed to the Getty Museum to meet up with Ryan and Karla. The Getty is pretty cool, it's a free museum up on top of a mountain, which has quite a nice view of the whole LA area. Ryan and Karla didn't know gwyn, but hit it off pretty well right away. Karla made a good... Karla first impression. Heh, we won't talk about that. There was some very nice art there, as well as some rather weird art. Gwyn fell up the stairs, which was pretty impressive and humorous. Karla warned us about getting our noses too close to the paintings; she almost got kicked out one time for sniffing the paintings.. or something like that. :-] Unfortunately we missed most of the sunset, but did get to see a bit of it while up there. I think it was a beautiful view at night, too, with all the city and traffic lights for miles. We topped off the night eating at this bakery/deli place which was pretty good, and talked for hours about all sorts of stuff like Teen Mania, Reese Roper, movies, and how your mom went to college.
And the evening and morning was the Saturday.
we were so young
and brilliantly naive
to the joy
and the pain
and the days
that we would see
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I've fallen up the stairs before. It's not as hard as you might think. Heh.