Art And Music Night In Los Angeles

After having survived back-to-back days of baby shower and bridal shower this weekend and having dodged several questions of "when are you getting married and/or spawning?", I decided it was time for an evening with single, young, and free adults. Or, I guess, we could be also characterized as immature, slutty, and unemployed. Whatever ... same-same, but different.

I met up with a girlfriend to check out the Vanity Fair exhibit at LACMA, which featured the magazine's greatest photographs and covers.

(photo from http://www.lacma.org/art/ExhibVF.aspx)

It was really cool to see how in their first period (1920s-40s), the featured celebrities were a lot of artists, writers, and dancers sprinkled in with Hollywood elites. Hemingway, Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera alongside with Jean Harlow. Plus, it was really fun to see some of Vanity Fair's more current covers. I noticed the trend of nakedness became the thing, but nothing wrong with a little ass crack here and there. Afterwards, I felt like a moron for recycling all my old magazines because I should've kept them, put them in some cheapie frames, and put them up in a bedroom wall ... nice way to make a boring room kinda artsy and cool.

We then went around the corner to Molly Malone's to meet up with an old buddy of mine and to check out his band Blind Pilot, who just performed on Carson Daly (airing this Wednesday!). I would call it indie pop/rock-ish ... something like if John Mayer and Oasis had a music baby. We kept laughing through the show cuz someone in the crowd screamed out "you guys are really good!" I don't know why I thought that was so funny ... it just seemed kind of out of place for me. Blind Pilot's gonna do big things so jump on the bandwagon now.



The night was going so well until I could no longer avoid the inevitable questions regarding committed relationships and future babies. *sigh* What happened to the sanctity of the bar and booze?!? Soon enough, I was surrounded by three guys who were showing me pictures of their children, wives, girlfriends, and dogs from their respective iPhones. Worse, I had to endure the lectures on "not all guys are douches" and "you're just being picky" ... which apparently means I am choosing to be lonely and insecure while surrounded by happy people with their dogs and beautiful children. Right. Someone kill me now. Seriously, bullet to the head. I had to down a couple more Jack & Diets to get me through that, and then (un)happily returned back alone to my place.

At least I got a good night's sleep, so I got that going for me.