You never give me yo money

Bloody hell! I always pick the hard essays, but I am not smart enough to actually write them.

Anyway. I went to LA. That gets to be on the blog because it is traveling. I took the metrolink which was exciting because I had to take two different trains--one to LA and one to Chatsworth. However, it took a pretty long time. I chilled with Sarah and company, we ate greek food, we played Beatles songs on the piano, etc. Today we went to an exhibit at the MOCA of this dude Murakami which was pretty sweet. He did a design for louis vuitton, and they sell the bags at the MOCA, inside the museum, which I was really wierded out by because at first I thought the sales people were just some sort of performance art or something. So we're walking around in the museum, and this woman approaches us shadily and asks us to buy her a bag each, since they have a rule that each person can only buy one. We agreed (for some reason), and she proceeded to hand us a stack of hundreds, about 2300 total. So we go in there and awkwardly ask to see some bags, and then say we want to buy them and bust out our stack of hundreds. Neither of us had even showered recently, but she didn't question it, so we gave her fake names and addresses and got the hell out of there. When we gave the bags to the lady she said "What do I owe you?" and we said "ummm I dunno I guess we'll keep the change" which was 20 bucks. Yotam says we could have asked her for like a hundred each, easily, since she is almost definitely making a profit from this. This makes a lot of sense in retrospect, but I suppose we are very naive. Now we know for next time. So then we spent part of our 10 dollars each on another exhibit next door of art that has been the in magazine Giant Robot, which I had never heard of before but apparently is really awesome. Then Sarah and company dropped me off at union station, which was conveniently only a couple blocks away, and I metrolinked it on back to Rancho in time for tostada night.