More on LA

Saturday night we went to the Mark Mothersbaugh exhibit. We had no idea of what to expect of traffic, exactly where we were going[1], and we planned on getting dinner before hand, so we left the hotel pretty early.

The 405 freeway sucks. I mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. LA drivers suck.

We found the exhibit around 6:30. Even though it officially opened at 8, we asked if we could come in and took a quick walk around. I bought the framed artist's proof of the DEVO poster for their September 1, 2005 show for $75. We still hadn't eaten, so we asked the two girls setting things up where we could get food.

We wound up going to a place called "Swingers". The name conjured up images of The Power Exchange, but thankfully it was nothing like that. Think of Mel's Diner, but make it emo. I had some excellent macaroni and cheese (which was all my stomach could tolerate) and Ambo had a grilled cheese sandwich. The menu had some items that looked really good. As it was, I had a hard time deciding on what to get. I don't know how I would have decided on something if I'd been feeling better.

One thing that Ambo pointed out was that there was a sign advertising the restaurant's Bloody Marys. We'd had a late breakfast at Good Stuff in Redondo Beach, and they had similar advertisements out as well. Maybe everyone in LA is hung over every morning?

After diner, we went back to the exhibit. There were several other exhibits in the same area so we took a few minutes to look around. There were some interesting (but somewhat uninspired) sculptures, some photography, and some mixed media paintings. The paintings were the most interesting, by far and I would have considered purchasing one. But if I'm going to be spending several thousand dollars on a painting, I'd rather buy one from a friend.

After the exhibit we went back to the hotel and I made the first blog entry, we watched some TV and went to bed.

[1] Yes, I had the GPS but that only gets you to the parking lot. Finding the front door can still be a challenge.