Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Diana took me to an art gallery in Santa Ana to check out some paintings by Blaine Fontana. The dude is a flippin' genius if you ask me, but what do I know, I ain't no artist. The gallery was actually just some artsy guy's apartment -- I mean, loft -- and he just hung the paintings on the walls so we were basically nosing around in his kitchen and living room. His place was very nice. Bastard.
Before we left, he pointed out that there was another art exhibit across the street from him, which we decided to check out. The theme was "100 Artists See Satan." Yeah. Lots of paintings, sculptures, drawings... of Satan. Not necessarily satanic, just different interpretations of the Devil by whole lot of artists. There was a projector showing grainy video clips of Satan "sightings" (in the mountains, the woods, etc.) which were very blairwitchish. I'm sure they were fake, but still, it was unsettling. When we came out of the exhibit, Diana looked like she was about to puke.
After we came back to Fullerton, I received a voicemail message from Chase, my old co-worker from Cingular, that he wanted me to come by. They finally put Harold back in the Fullerton store after abusing him over at Westminster for about three months. It turns out that Chase is quitting next Friday, with Harold also quitting the day after that. That's a nice one-two punch to the company. We had a nice chat for about an hour.
That sun, he's so hot right now.
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