Going to the Movies

It had been a long day, and a few of us needed to escape the large group. (I can see why there's alot of pot-smoking in hippie communes.) So we hopped in a taxi headed for the MegaMall, a bright, blinking, winking block of glowing advertisements, distantly flanked by the more common stacked concrete shops with spilling store fronts and hand-painted signage.

Nothing like escaping the dusty, steamy, beeping city in an AC movie theatre. Think Baskin Robbins, coffee shops, even brownies! Okay, not so fast on the brownie perk-- we made them give us the biggest one they had to discover it tasted... like fish. Ick. Going to the movies here is like boarding a plane. You get a ticket with an assigned seat and have to wait in a designated area before you have your bags security-checked and are then escorted into the theater. The best part of the movie was pre-screening commercials: twirling, starry eyed children and seductive mothers in sequinned halter tops mothers gleeflully shouting about an orange drink, "Manzanahhh!"

Today is a work day-- I'm trying my hand at some plaster molds. Not surprisingly, the plaster here behaves a bit differently...