No creatures in the closet please.

It should be 11pm right now but my clock is telling me it's 2am. It's reading eastern daylight time but my body is running on PDT. I flew into Dulles Airport this afternoon, catching the 7am out of Los Angeles. The last time I was at LAX security was a mess so I figured I would show up an hour and a half early. It took all of 5 minutes to get through through today. Didn't want to pay in blood for an airport breakfast so I slept most of the way. Getting rest was nice but I wish I had been conscious flying over the Appalachians. The cloudscape was amazing when I finally opened the window, and seeing plots of green as we approached for landing was a welcome replacement for the industrial parks and warehouses of ONT. Seeing IAD, the first thought that ran through my mind: Die Hard 2. Yippee ki-yay. Coming off the plane, the humidity hit me and weighed down like a gorilla on my shoulders. Yes sister, I should invest in khaki shorts. Finally got to Jen's around 5pm local time and we went out to walk Gretchen. Had dinner and met up with Mr. Palomar at Barnes & Noble before watching The Rock. "I'll take pleasure in guttin' you, boy."

Here's a few pictures from last Sunday's adventure in LA, when my sister, Alf, and I visited the three MOCAs, including the Learning From Las Vegas exhibit, and Angel's Knoll. The streetlights are actually at the LACMA but we drove by.

I felt like the CalTrans building fit the area much better than SF's Federal Building. Yeah there's no plaza but it's also not across the street from Greek columns.