We bounce around the room, two children in overgrown bodies;
laughing at our jokes and screaming at our laughter,
like two old women swapping stories from their youth,
and I cannot love you any more than I do right now.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
A Year of Weird
I've been in southern California now for a little over one year. This is a list of ten things, a very small number of the total amount of weird, I've seen that can only, and often do, happen in Los Angeles:
1) Police arresting a man fully dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker; 3 a.m., Hollywood blvd.,
2) Transsexual prostitutes; very, very obvious transsexual prostitutes, the kind of obvious where you think, "There's no way that is a woman" and feel a twinge of guilt for thinking it,
3) Diane Keaton with several children, looking exactly like she does in every film, covered in clothes from head to toe, complete with fashionable hat and white gloves,
4) A homeless man making "blessing" gestures to everyone else on his street while simultaneously smacking his lips and making farting noises,
5) Watching Slash shred at the Viper Room my first night out on the town (once again proving my ignorance of pop culture as I turned to Nikko and said, "That guy looks a lot like Slash!" to which she replied, "Uh, it IS Slash.")
6) A thirty-second choreographed martial arts fight in a pedestrian crosswalk while I was stopped at a red light,
7) Stephen Fry (particularly thrilled about that introduction!) out at a noisy dance club full of young, trendy, and very drunk people, wearing a full tweed suit, looking like he'd just stepped off a plane and being very, well, British, simultaneously seeming incredibly out of place and yet comfortable in the environment,
8) Huge columns of smoke from the severe summer fires of '09 forming cloud-like images in the sky reminiscent of the imposing clouds of doom caused by the UFO's in Independence Day,
9) A Hollywood character impersonator in THE WORST Wolverine costume I WILL EVER SEE,
10) A juggling mime on stilts, outside the El Captain movie theatre, not promoting anything but just being himself, a juggling mime on stilts.
1) Police arresting a man fully dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker; 3 a.m., Hollywood blvd.,
2) Transsexual prostitutes; very, very obvious transsexual prostitutes, the kind of obvious where you think, "There's no way that is a woman" and feel a twinge of guilt for thinking it,
3) Diane Keaton with several children, looking exactly like she does in every film, covered in clothes from head to toe, complete with fashionable hat and white gloves,
4) A homeless man making "blessing" gestures to everyone else on his street while simultaneously smacking his lips and making farting noises,
5) Watching Slash shred at the Viper Room my first night out on the town (once again proving my ignorance of pop culture as I turned to Nikko and said, "That guy looks a lot like Slash!" to which she replied, "Uh, it IS Slash.")
6) A thirty-second choreographed martial arts fight in a pedestrian crosswalk while I was stopped at a red light,
7) Stephen Fry (particularly thrilled about that introduction!) out at a noisy dance club full of young, trendy, and very drunk people, wearing a full tweed suit, looking like he'd just stepped off a plane and being very, well, British, simultaneously seeming incredibly out of place and yet comfortable in the environment,
8) Huge columns of smoke from the severe summer fires of '09 forming cloud-like images in the sky reminiscent of the imposing clouds of doom caused by the UFO's in Independence Day,
9) A Hollywood character impersonator in THE WORST Wolverine costume I WILL EVER SEE,
10) A juggling mime on stilts, outside the El Captain movie theatre, not promoting anything but just being himself, a juggling mime on stilts.
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