The Tar Tar Pits

La Brea is spanish for tar, so it's The Tar Tar Pits, silly huh? But I learned alot, and had a few good laughs, adn by few I mean many, and by laughs I mean cackle. And explosive, witch-inspired scream at the top of my lungs. Michelle and I had a blast. But first, lets talk about the end of our adventure.....

We were in In-n-Out, getting food because we were both pretty much nauseous and faint from lack of food. We are eating our meals, when this old guy walks up, excuses himself to Michelle like he wants to ask her something, then turns to me and says: "I am sorry to bother you, but you are beautiful. I want you to know that." and wlaked away. He had white hair, and a thick accent from eastern Europe. Freaked. me. out. Super creeper, interupting our meal like that, but now that I think about it, maybe he was being more granpa-esque and was just saying something that he felt needed to be told. I'm still way creeped, but it's nothing new. This semester has brought on a whole new meaning to creepiness. Gives me the jibblies. His exit also caused one of my explosive cackles.

The Tar Pits were cool. The tar it self was rather disapponting, but the skeletons and information was awesome. We took some bomb ass pictures. We figured that if he had to look at pictures of us in front of bones and crud he has probably seen enough times to draw them off the top of his head we decided to be stupid and take retarded pictures. damn it was fun! Then we wandered around the gift shop in liu for the tour, which we left 5 minutes into because he was spending way too much time on that mammoth, not to metnion the way he was talking. We high-tailed it out of there to the fauna area where we both just busted up with laughter. No joke. I almost doubled over. It was great.

Then we wandered over to Pit 91(although we never actually made it there) adn managed to find ourself in this Asian art exhibit next to the LACMA. It was empty, except us and 2 ushers. It was quiet, and creepy. We were more enamoured with teh architechture than the art, and wound ourselves to the bottom where we entered an elevater to ride back to the exit. Did I mention how creepy it was? If it wasn't for my constant sarcasm and mockery of the system we probably would have ran right out of there. And what happens the minute the doors open to the elevator? We get a mental image of the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. Creep. And what happens the minute the doors close? It starts tlaking to us. No joke, it talked ot us. Told us why the building was what it was like. Needless to say we ran outta there as fast as we could w/out freaking one of the users out. As soon as the doors closed behind us I busted up with laughter. Again. What a day we had. I definitly need to find mroe reasons to make my way up to LA, but next time I'll see about avoinding that damn LA traffic. Ick.