I'm Going Riding On The Freeway....

This was a funky weekend. On Saturday, we schlepped down to San Diego. During one of my bouts of insomnia, I googled this artist that I love (and yet, can never ever afford to own one of his paintings). Turns out, someone was selling a banner of this guy's art that advertised the reopening of a park in San Francisco eight years ago. 

Long story short- we bought it. The owner lived in San Diego so we went down there to pick it up. The guy's house was in a rough neighborhood, and even though he invited us in, we declined and opted to wait on the front stoop. I did get a peek into his living room- and it was floor to ceiling with crap--- boxes upon boxes of sorted action figures, dolls- and tons of priority mail boxes. This guy supports himself off of Tijuana flea markets and ebay. Scary stuff.

So now I own a six foot tall piece of vinyl with some "art" on it that I have to figure out how to frame. 

On Sunday, my oldest friend from high school invited us to Los Angeles. She runs a theater in Glendale, and comped us great seats to see the Peking Acrobats in action. It was, simply- jaw dropping. My kids kept asking if the people were real, and really? I think one of them was born without joints. The topper was when one guy put four wine bottles on a platform, and then propped up SEVEN chairs on top of the wine bottles and then did a hand stand. We all went out for a steak dinner afterwards. And then sat in traffic at 9pm on a SUNDAY evening, for pete's sakes. I remember now why I loathe Los Angeles.