This has been an odd week and a half or so.
Last Saturday, tinkerbell_mk
and I went up to MOCA for the opening party for Ecstasy: In and About Altered States
. We got there late (only an hour before it was supposed to close), had trouble finding parking, and then had to stand on a ridiculously huge line. I was not exactly a happy camper. In fact, I was kind of a raging dickhead until we got inside, even though Sandra Collins was spinning a pretty reasonably good set while we waited.
Fortunately, the art was worth the time spent in line. Chiho Aoshima
has branched out into video, and the results are fucking incredible, which is not a big surprise if you've seen her previous work.
It was also my first time seeing any of Fred Tomaselli
's work in person, and two-dimensional photos really don't do it justice. Basically, he makes these huge intricate psychedelic spirals into which he incorporates actual pills, which are embedded in some kind of transparent acrylic in multiple layers. It's a really impressive marriage of subject matter and material.
We went back to LA on Tuesday to pick up tink's mom at LAX and head over to CBS Studios to be in the audience for a taping of The Price Is Right
. That was surreal. First of all, it was taping right next to The Tyra Banks Show
, and the crowds for both shows mingled outside while we waited. If ever two shows had different demographics, these are the two. Tyra's audience is composed mostly of very upscale, very fashion-conscious young women in their early 20s, predominantly but not exclusively black. Bob Barker's fans, on the other hand, are almost exclusively white and predominantly elderly. They come in big groups from Barstow, or Fresno, or even as far as Ohio. They wear sweatpants and matching t-shirts with the logos of their retirement homes or scanned photos of relatives who couldn't make it. Sprinkled in with these folks are a few military people in neatly pressed dress uniforms, including a group of four Marines. Just seeing the two groups lined up next to each other made my head spin.
All the pages I talked to, being attractive young entertainment industry wannabes in their slightly dorky red jackets, turned up their noses at the merest mention of The Price is Right
, and would begrudgingly answer my questions only after they made it very clear that they "mostly worked for The Tyra Banks Show
." They said this even if they were pretty clearly working in The Price Is Right
area, like I was supposed to think they were just hanging out there to cover for someone else who was taking a pee. It was hysterical. I mean, I'm sorry, sweetie, but either way, you're still just a page. It's not like being a page for Tyra Banks is some kind of glamour job.
Anyway, we filled out little information cards, they interviewed us to see if we would be good contestants, and then they let us in. The set is pretty much identical to the set I grew up watching whenever I was home from school as a kid, all styrofoam-looking and covered with glitter in classic '70s game show style. It was like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Kitsch
. The show's been on for 34 years with the same set and the same host. They're on their third announcer, and the current announcer told a story about how he came to see the show when he was a little kid and they were still on their first announcer.
So they got us all psyched up and we cheered and howled and screamed for Bob Barker when he came out. It's actually a lot of fun. The games are so dependent on audience participation, and the crowd gets really into it, plus Bob's a lot of fun. You'd have to be totally borecore to not get into the spirit of the moment. Speaking of which, it was a perfect show (all the contestants won their prizes), only the 72nd such show in the history of The Price is Right
, and by the time the last contestant came up the atmosphere was totally electric. Everyone wanted the person to win, to keep the streak alive, to send everyone home happy, and to make a little contribution to the Price is Right
legacy. They didn't play Plinko, which was a little disappointing, but they did play the one where the little mountain climber guy goes up the hill while they play the yodelling music, which was awesome, especially since it was the last game and we were all screaming at the little mountain climber guy to stop climbing. He did stop climbing, and we had a perfect show, and one of the Marines won the Showcase Showdown and walked away with two cars. Or, rather, in the spirit of the show, I should say two BRAND NEW CARS!
Oh, and we got Bob to say "The price is right, bitch
" during one of the commercial breaks.
Wednesday was fairly uneventful. Thursday and Friday were dominated by classes at the Red Cross. Tink and I are now certified for Red Cross Shelter Operations and Emergency Family Services casework. It's kind of crazy. We are now on a list of trained volunteers who can be deployed in the event of a disaster to go run a shelter or help people get resettled. We may be deployed soon to the Katrina disaster area if everything works out OK.
Last night, we got drunk and watched Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave
on Sci-Fi Channel. I had entirely too much tequila, got sick, and passed out.
Oh, and Christ almighty, I saw some Ashlee Simpson special this weekend, and what has she done to her hair?!? And her outfits! She had this awful belt and these shoulder pads that made her look like a linebacker. Someone should beat her stylist to death with a rolling pin.