DAY EIGHT- Los Angeles, CA
Description: Wherein Marty and Heather stay with friends in Los Angeles
(Marty's Report):
Got up somewhat early and went to the dreamy Systema instructor, Martin Wheeler's, studio in Beverly Hills. We got there in time (it's a fairly downbeat area of BH), and found that there was no Martin Wheeler teaching the class. It was a fellow from Vegas, but we politely declined the class and instead drove up to Hollywood Blvd. What a trip of a place. Such a mix of cultural detritus.
We wanted to see "Interstellar" at the Chinese Theater, but missed the showing. So we sauntered along the Blvd., stepping on all manner of Stars' stars, and got lunch at a funky Indian a la carte place. Then we had time to go to the L. Ron Hubbard expo at the Scientology Building, and got a tour by a Taiwanese devotee, who had been here for 4 years. She was bright eyed and bushy tailed and well trained in the "Gosh gee wiz!" style of propaganda, plus the casino-like quality of the place (in terms of it being hermetically sealed and self-referential, keeping the same narrative tone throughout). Seemed like all of Hubbard's work was an early attempt at trauma therapy, so respectable in that sense, though with a lot of slop and cult-o'-personality.
On back to the theater, there was a red carpet event for some movie, and we hung out at the plaza mall next door, drinking tea. We caught the next showing of "Interstellar", admiring the museum-like quality of the theater's lobby, and appreciated the movie itself, a big and loud love poem to humanity.
A faux Don King hailed us on the way out, after getting pretzels and lemonade in the lowering darkness, and the amazing Waze app that Diemha had turned us on to got us home to have spaghetti with Matt and the girls, hanging out and jabbering.
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