Dunt Dunt.

You know. Law and Order. Their signature sound. I’ve been imbibing L&O:SVU again.

Went to Bergamot Station last Saturday, and gleefully relived the sensation of being uncool and out of place, kinda like when I used to wear insufficiently cool/trendy/weird clothes in high school and wondered if anyone would ever stop staring at me. People who attend these sorts of Santa Monica gallery openings are dressed like models for a trainwreck between upscale vintage and down-market Rodeo Drive. They look like hell/the 1950′s warmed over, but the look isn’t cheap. So apparently rockabilly lives and it likes to sneer at people who wear slacks. I’m not sure which was the better attraction–Paul and I looking too J Crew catalogue to be within 20 miles of the place, or the actual art hanging on the walls. It was fun to relax, enjoy sticking out, and wear a look of satisfaction which clearly communicated that they were the weird ones, which, in actual fact, they of course are.

That’s all. It’s getting too late at night for even yours truly to be good and properly judgmental. Nighty night.

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