I went to the Getty today for my drawing class. I have a really good group in that class, so some of us got together and carpooled there.
Let me make a long story very short: there was lots (lots) of singing in the car. We spent an hour in the cafe talking about Doctor Who (me) and My Little Pony (J and K) before we realized that we really had to see the exhibits specified by our art teacher. We looked at said exhibits. I fell desperately in love with a painting whose name I won't ever remember. I came within an inch of a Van Gogh, and probably died of happiness. I saw pages of a book written around 800 BCE. I took the train home and finished the single most depressing book I have ever read.
It's okay, though, because I heard an awesome cover of the Pokemon theme song.
Anyway, I'm off to drown myself in tea and sleep in the futile hopes that I'll stave this cold off. Ugh. I hope your night is/will be/has been better!
Lunch so expensive it demanded a photo. |
And I saw the ocean! |
Name of my new favourite painting... |