Day 1: Wednesday before spring break began I spent the night in the art building.
The picture above is of the station I was working at that night. I got a good third of my picture done (of which you cannot see 'cause the light is washing it out).
I made it till about two before I couldn't go any more. I took a good hour nap on the couch before going back to work.
At four we piled into the cars.
The trip went fast thanks to my all-nighter. I slept in three hour intervals, sitting in the back seat of one of two suburbans.
The only real exciting thing that happened was when a hood of a person's car almost went through our windshield.
I had slept for three hours and was awake for about one. I was just dozing off when I hear, "Woah!" and feel the car swerve. I sat up just in time to see a the car in front of us swerve to the other side of the road as we jerked around it. Adam and Ron (the two teachers who were driving with us) were freaking out, Adam talking about how he saw the car passing us, noticing that the guy's hood was shaking and the next thing he knew debris was flying at them and the hood of his car popped up, blinding him which caused him to swerve to the left. He was pretty certain that if the hood had come off, they'd have a face full of glass, for sure.
When we got to the hotel, the rooms were still being cleaned, so we broke off on our own to find some lunch. Me and the girls, whom I had rode with, save one, were all together, and even eventually ended up rooming together.
There was, Maren from lacrosse, and her roommate Lacy, Lacy's little sister Brae, whom I happened to be friends with before, and Serena, who was in my 3D design class.
After wandering the streets trying to find a place where we all wanted to eat, we finally settled on Carls Jr. before returning to the hotel where we all passed out for about an hour.
Then we went to the Santa Monica beach.
To get to the beach we all piled into our same suburbans. While backing out, Ron commented about not hitting his mirrors on any polls. As you can imagine, suburbans are rather big, and kinda hard to navigate in tiny hotel parking lots. Next thing we know, we all hear a CRACK, and the backward motion of the car jerks to a haul.
Laughter. Then, good old Ron says, "Shhhhh! Can I say something?" and proceeds to swear.
Just a second before the mirror hit the large cylindrical beam, Ron saw it and was able to stop fast enough so he didn't take the entire mirror off. It was very unstable, we noticed, as he continued driving towards the pier.
The Joke, kept going and going and going, as we would periodically warn Ron to "watch out for pols" or, "we'll just even them out and hit the other mirror."
He felt SO bad, and Adam, laughing right along with the rest of us, reassured him that it wasn't anything bad, that we had insurgence. Ron decided that we should secretly switch cars with Brad(the third teacher in the other suburban), so that when the mirror fell off, we could act totally surprised. He made us swear not to tell anyone about it, while Adam joked about taking a picture of it to remember it by.
Then, to add to the experience, Brad did something hilarious.
We drove around the parking lot until we reached about the fifth floor before we found parking spots. We all hopped out, still snickering about the incident. It had mostly blown over by then, and we were all ready to go to the beach. We had parked right next to the parking lot sign which indicated which level and garage we were in. Brad, being all technical with his cool iphone, proceeds to pull it out and take a picture of the sign(to remember where we were parked), unintentionally catching the broken mirror in the picture.
Every one exploded in fits of hysterical laughter.
"I want in on the joke," Brad said, as we were all tripping over each other, practically peeing our pants. Ron's expression was priceless.
While walking to the pier were stopped by a random guy dressed in a pirate getup. Before we knew it he pulled Maren aside and stuck a live parrot in her hand. We spent a good 10 minutes or so taking pictures as me, Brae, and Lacy all took turns holding the parrots and taking pictures of each other. We gave him six dollars in return. Pretty good scam; the guy probably earns $5 per five minutes with each person he lets hold his birds.
After we were done at the beach, every one went to the Third Street Promenade where we all split up again, to get something to eat.
We ended up going to a FABULOUS Italian restaurant.
Afterwards he decided to share a brownie Sunday.
If there were any part of this trip that I would want to re-live it would taking my first bit of this:
So then it was time to head back....
In the Suburbans again, Ron in the drivers seat(Yikes), we took the long way to get out of the garage, driving all the way to the top. The little detour put us four or five cars behind Brad who had our parking ticket that we needed to pay to get out of the garage.
A very ornery parking attendant waved us over, for what ever reason. Ron pulled up to him, and tried to explain that he needed to go in head. The attendant wouldn't hear any of it. He obviously wanted us to do something, however, never explained himself. Instead he merely stalked off. Adam leaned out the window calling out to him, but was ignored.
We were hoping Brad would realize that he had our ticket and send some one from his car over to give it to us. Sure enough, Brenton came sauntering(very slowly) over, however, instead of the ticket, he gave Ron his credit card back, which wasn't what we needed to get out.
It took a few minutes, but again, Brenton sauntered on over handing us out ticket. At that point we were already at the front of the line.
The attendant must've thought Ron was a complete and utter idiot, because he came back over and started helping him put his ticket into the machine as though Ron had never used one before. He then, extremely pissed, proceeded to leave. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, and taking off of the attendants assumption that he'd never used a parking(thing) before, Ron leans out the window and calls, "I'm from the country!" using that as a comical excuse for his idiocy.
Needless to say, that also became a running joke along with every other thing on the road trying to hit Ron's other mirror.
Day 2: The second day we went to the LACMA.
Awesome picture of all of us standing in the sculpture yard before the museum opened. That glare on Ron's face is priceless as Brad goes off on another one of his speeches (which he did every time we gathered together).
And Adam....
This trip was for the specific purpose of going to these art museums. We spent a good 3-6 hours looking around at all the different works of art, of which would be EXTREMELY boring to talk about. So, I'll skip all the mumbo jumbo about that.
Oh, but this is me standing in front of the ever-so-famous Tomato Soup can by Andy Warhol. Rad.
We basically spent the entire day there, which doesn't give me much of a story to tell, considering it was all boring staring at art and considering the meaning of life. O-o
Afterwords, I'm pretty sure we headed back and ended the day there.
Day 3: The third day started off at the MOCA
We got to ride this funny little tram thing up the hill to reach the museum. Fun, rickety, and cramped.
All of us outside the MOCA in front of a GIANT sculpture held together by wire.
This is the view from his office, 36 floors up!
SICK!
We weren't allowed photography in the California Country Club, but I got a few pics in. :)
3 coarse, $100 a plate meal. Best dinner I've had in my LIFE!
Afterwords, Brae was extremely hyper for what ever reason and it was rubbing off on me. Me her and Lacy decided that we wanted to take the stairs instead of the tram down the hill (mostly because I didn't have a quarter to ride the tram). At that point it was about 9:00 and pretty dark. We all book it down the stairs and reach the bottom as the tram full of the rest of our group get there. To out utter dismay there's a gate at the very bottom of the stairs and it's LOCKED! We idiotically pull at it for about half a minute before Lacy and I look at each other, then book it back up the stairs, leaving Brae still tugging uselessly at the locked bars. Then, realizing we had left, gave up her futile efforts and came scurrying after us.
It took a good ten minutes to get back up the stairs, onto the tram, and ride it down to the bottom.
I was SO embarrassed to make every one wait for us. Luckily, Maren saw that we weren't there, or I'm sure they would have just kept on walking to the suburbans.
Day 4: Oh, and then the trip was nearly over. But not quite... We spent a good portion of the morning at the different galleries in the slummy streets of LA. My group actually ended up following the teachers around, which was probably a good thing--I was totally lost.
Norton Simon:
More galleries:
This lady's stuff was absolutely fabulouss!!!
Now, look closely. Pretty plane picture, right. Just some scotch tape on a chock board, right?
WRONG! That's paint! It's not chalk. It's not scotch tape. It's PAINT!
SICKKK!!! <3
After all the art was said and done, we got to party on the streets of LA. We were going to go to the beach with the teachers, but the traffic was like a parking lot. Instead, we ended up shopping on Third Street Promenade.
Day 5: It was Sunday, so we took a trip to the Getty.
Here's us fulfilling my life long dream of riding on a train... accept this one only went about five mph. Sigh. Oh well. I was happy just to be there.
The very last exciting thing(worth taking pictures of any way) was the Holly Wood sign!
All and all, super awesome! It's been a really long time since I've had that much fun. I literally walked in the door and would've hopped back in the car for the 10 hour car ride back. Awesome trip with some fabulous people! So memorable.
No comments:
Post a Comment