Metro taps, art show, and raver terminology
Minus my stiff shoulders and sore feet, my adventure was pretty much flawless. Despite a few hiccups en route (“Crap, Alex, I got off the wrong stop!” “Is La Brea this way….or THAT way?” “This bus goes to Melrose, right?”), I managed to get from school to the Grove to BH High to G1988 and back home thanks to public transit and my lovely brother.
After track practice, I caught the metro up along Laurel Canyon all the way to Fairfax and 3rd. As I clasped onto my backpack and purse, I peacefully glanced at the company inside the bus. I love people watching, and the public metro is the perfect place. I can’t help but wonder who the person sitting next to me is, or where the lady standing next to meet at the stop is trying to go to.
First stop: the Grove. Met up with Gina to go see I Love You, Man. Absolutely hilarious, I highly recommend if you need a reason to giggle uncontrollably and squirm in your chair from bouts of laughter. After that, we browsed the stores and the farmer’s market + I saw Nick and gave him a hug C^:
I managed to get in some long jump practice at BH High, and then rushed to change and walk uphill to the Rapid stop to get to IDIOT BOX @ G1988. I wasn’t sure in which direction I was supposed to go, but a guy offered to look it up on his iPhone when he saw me staring at a napkin with bus directions with a confused look. He wasn’t able to pull it up, so he offered to drive me to the gallery since he was headed up to SaMo Blvd (I politely refused). THANKFULLY, MY INTUITION SERVED ME WELL and I got onto the right bus! The lady who got off on the same stop as me stopped me from getting on the wrong bus and pointed me to the right stop, so kind!
15 minutes of waiting and 15 more of riding in a full bus, I’m at Gallery 1988! It was an hour after the opening of IDIOT BOX, but there was no line and stepped right in. IDIOT BOX showcased the works of 100+ artists that feautured assorted TV shows from the 80’s up to now (from the Fresh Prince to Gossip Girl) Loved the art, and I was bummed that I didn’t have enough to buy some prints. I was debating whether or not to get an autograph from Dennis Haskins, but I decided against it. WHY DO I NOT OWN A CAMERA? Sigh.
Brother picked me up from standing in Pink’s long line and drove me back home. I commented on his multitude of….beads (they’re not called beads apparently) all over his huge bell. Talked about EDC, his job, our family, and just life in general. Hadn’t seen him in a while, so it was great spending some time with him in his shaky Hyundai.
Long post for a long day; hope my weekend is just as exciting :^D
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