Dinosaurs: I'm into it
Really, the audacity of some weather systems.
Despite the terribly rude precipitation, many, many LA-based human beings ventured out on Friday night.
I myself rushed out of work at 5:45 pm (unheard of!) to scoot over to the Natural History Museum's first of the '08 First Fridays, which gloriously pair museum tours and lectures with really hot hipsters and good indie music. The lecture on how the human mind works was sadly muffled and fraught with sound issues, and the Afternoons and Sea Wolf were popular to the point of reaching fire marshall-enforced capacity in the mammal hall, but I watched their sets via a video feed under a dinosaur in the lobby and caught up with folks I hadn't seen in eons. Ok, since before Christmas.
I was actually pretty shocked to see so many people out and about. The next day, on the phone with my sister in San Francisco, I mentioned how many people I knew who had stayed in over the weekend because of their hair.
My sister: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Oh, you know, their hair gets frizzy since it's raining, so they just stayed in. Didn't go out."
My sister: (Pause) "You know some really shallow people."
Me: "Hmnn... Eh, it's just L.A."
It looks like we're safe from frizz this week, folks, so get your booty out there. I myself am giddy about the Warhol wig-assisted opening and Jophen Stein's solo show, but peruse the Platter and see what strikes you.
High five peeps,
-Miss Alie Ward
Ward on the Street/Ward in the Rain
