Woke up at 5pm, got dressed, briefly checked e-mail and then went directly out the door.

Hit MOCA roughly 90 minutes later, due in large part to my complete lack of ability to navigate downtown at all. Saw Strother for the first time in, like, eight years* and met Abby for the first time ever. Also met Strother's fiancee, who is very nice and smoking hot, though I was too polite to say so in public. :) The Basquiat exhibition was cool, but since I didn't go in until late, I didn't get to see everything and will simply have to go back another Thursday. I'm certainly glad I saw the movie, though, otherwise I'd have had no reason to go at all.

Mizu, sadly, didn't join us until after we'd seen the exhibit and just finished up dinner at CPK (mmm...tasty caesar salad). Still, it was all very nice and several non-cash wagers were completed by the time everyone'd returned to their cars. Heh.

In other news, I need to either fix or replace my current phone. It doesn't reliably show the correct time, I can't recharge it and I can't turn it off. I'm convinced that somehow the power outage this week has caused this, since I had it plugged in and recharging when it happened. I'll check the manual it came in, but I expect I'll just take the fucker over to the Glendale Galleria and have it replaced.


* = No, I wasn't at the fucking wedding. Yes, I know you were all too drunk to remember. Fuck you.