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LA Trip: Day 2

LA Trip: Day 2

Note: this is the second part of a 3-part series about my trip to LA. Read part one here.

Day 2

Allison & Justin’s Wedding

On my second day in LA, I woke up early and got dressed in my finest Garden Formal attire. Then I immediately ruined the outfit by throwing on thick black tights and a raincoat because the weather was rainy and in the 50’s. But that’s LA for ya, right?*

The wedding took place in a very beautiful setting — the gazebo outside a large Victorian house in Brand Park. Trees and other greenery surrounded us in every direction. Chairs were set up in rows in front of the gazebo, but because of the rain, everyone stood inside the gazebo instead. The ceremony was lovely, and I think the attendees felt the joy of the occasion more strongly because we got to stand so close to the action. We probably ruined the background of all the photos, though. Sorry again about the black tights.

Next was the reception, which wasn’t too far away, but you needed a car to get there. But that’s LA for ya, right?** I didn’t have a car because my dad had dropped me off at the ceremony and zoomed away, but I used my wiles*** to trick an unsuspecting young man into driving me.

The reception was fun. I barely knew anyone, but Justin and Allison’s friends were all really friendly. The food was awesome — lots of different Mediterranean dishes. I chatted with Allison and learned that, as I had guessed, she had knit her own elaborate blue shawl that she was wearing. I was surprised to learn that she had also sewn her own wedding dress! Dang, girl.

She also made these adorable cake toppers!

Allison’s family is from New Orleans, so the reception included a Southern tradition — the “cake pull.” All of the single women were instructed to gather around the wedding cake. There were ribbons sticking out from under the cake dish, and on the end of each one, hidden under the dish, was a charm (like the kind you attach to a charm bracelet). On the count of three, we all grabbed a ribbon and pulled it out to see what charm we got. I pulled out a little saxophone charm. Then we found out the meaning of each charm. Mine meant “You bring harmony.” I think that fits me pretty well.****

Here’s a picture of the bride and groom’s first dance! Congratulations!

Hammer Museum

My dad picked me up from the reception and we drove to our hotel in Beverly Hills. My dad wanted to take a nap because without me to slow him down, he’d had a craaaaazy morning.***** I took a walk and ended up at the Hammer Museum, which was a few blocks away from the hotel.

The Hammer Museum was founded in 1990 by Dr. Armand Hammer, former Chairman of Occidental Petroleum Corporation. I rummaged through Wikipedia and found these other related facts******:

  • Armand Hammer was likely named after the arm and hammer symbol of the Socialist Labor Party of America, which his father (whose last name was actually Hammer) was involved with.
  • The arm and hammer symbol was originally a symbol of the Roman god Vulcan, but then was later used by industry and organizations.
  • Arm & Hammer, the baking soda brand, was started 31 years before Armand Hammer was born. Armand Hammer thought it was kinda cool that they had the same name, so eventually he acquired enough stock in the company to be on the board of directors.
  • Armand Hammer was the great-grandfather of handsome actor Armie Hammer, who is also really named Armand.
  • Armie Hammer is half-Jewish!!!
  • But married.

The Hammer Museum had just finished one big exhibit the previous week and was setting up for their next one, so there were only two small galleries available to visit. These galleries had video and sound installations. Can I tell you how much I hate video installations in museums? A lot. I hate them a lot. They are incomprehensible, and they move very slowly. I will go to a museum and look at incomprehensible pictures. I enjoy that. However, I want to be able to say “I’m done with this weird picture now. Time to walk over to the next weird picture.” Having the artist control exactly how long I have to look at an image or scene before I’m presented with the next image is exasperating. I guarantee you that the artist thinks the image is more interesting than I think it is. The proof is that the artist put it into a video installation and I did not.

Thus, I quickly grew bored with the Hammer Museum’s galleries and would have left disappointed had it not been for THE CHAIRS in the courtyard. I spent about fifteen minutes in one and it was one of the most delightful chair experiences of my life.


Eventually I broke free from the chair’s spell and walked back to the hotel, where, in the lobby, it was the most magical of times — (Free) Wine Hour!

Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for part 3!


*Update: I’m being told that, as a rule, it is not.

**I think I was closer that time.

***I asked politely.

****And if you disagree I will FIGHT YOU.

*****He went to an art museum and also had a bad cold.

******Or “facts,” since they are all from Wikipedia.