Getty Center On Oscar Sunday
February 28th, 2007
Twas a beautiful day this past Oscar Sunday, a perfect day for a trip to the Getty Center. The ride up the 405 was a piece of cake, until heading toward the parking lot. The line to get in was backed up to the 405 ramp, so our driver so eloquently dove around to near the front, using the open lane and enraging mongoloids that don’t know how to drive. One such beauty was so irate and disgusting that the group threw in to pay for the bitch’s parking. After all, we ended up so far ahead of that stench on wheels that we had time to think about it, laugh hysterically, and get charitable in an attempt to chill her out while potentially gaining some good karma.
Anyway, besides strolling along the epic grounds (invoking thoughts of Olympus), we checked out the “Where We Live: Photographs of America from the Berman Collection.”
At one point a man approached me and asked me if my name is Justin. I said, “Yes.” He (Robert) then explained that he was the cousin of a good friend (Jeff) back in Pennsylvania. This surprising acquaintance recognized me from my “perfomances” in Jeff’s movies, mainly goofball comedies with loosely adhered to scripts. So here I am, in Los Angeles, California, being approached by a “fan” about my film career on Oscar Sunday. I finally made it.
Natalie, Hiroshi, Michi, and Carter