friday night

last night we had fun. we went out with our fantastic neighbor (not the one i spy on, the one that knows about my equipment. i promised to never spy on her.). first, we walked around downtown to a bunch a little galleries. some of the exhibits were awesome. my favorite exhibit was a group of photographs of people's faces. their faces looked like photos of faces that had been torn up and reassembled and put back on their "faces". does that make sense? oh well, it looked neat.

another kick ass gallery featured a private collection. i love private collections because it's fun to guess what the collector may be like. at that gallery we met a young curator named, roz. roz was very nice and very talkative. we started talking because she said she liked my hair. we talked and talked. i introduced her to micah and he inquired about doing a show there. roz was very helpful and encouraging. micah was inspired by roz and i felt a brand confidence about my hair. when we left, i felt like i should've invited roz over for dinner or something.

we passed by a little lithograph studio and went in. micah and i wouldn't have just gone in if we were by ourselves, but our neighbor is very bold; she doesn't cross the street at crosswalks and talks to strangers all over the place. she reminds me of rose. anyway, the lithograph studio. the man inside was happy to see us, talk to us about lithography and even demonstrated his giant, german lithograph machine. we learned that "litho" is greek for "stone". i thought lithography had something to do lithium. lithium is a lousy drug, but lithography is very interesting and its people are very friendly.

the only gallery i didn't care for was at a cigar shop. i'm not very good at looking at art, but i know what i don't like. one painting i didn't like was a nude that was either not painted using a live model but rather with a poor memory, or was painted with a extraordinary woman model whose anatomy defies gravity. the proprietor was a character. he was very passionate about cigars and being able to smoke cigars in los angeles. he was a tiny man.

then, we went to eat a a vietnamese place in china town. it ruled. i drank leeche and decided that the leeche was my favorite fruit. we ate pho and spring rolls and shrimp paste. it was wonderful. the conversation was good. our neighbor's impressions of her parents are far superior to anything we could ever perform. i really thought i was going spit up my leeche a couple of times from laughing so hard.

after we ate, we walked to the mountain bar for drinks. i like this bar. it has red walls and red chinese lights. the open space and tile walls made feel kind of like a cafeteria. we met up with our neighbor's friend who is a cinematographer. he was british and nice. from him we learned that his mother wears driving gloves, he knows an awful lot about bakersfield and an awful lot about environmental architecture.

we had a good time. our neighbor led the evening, so she said next time we're in charge of where to go. she's gonna flip out when we show her around the ninety-nine cents store.