This past weekend, my partner and I went to Los Angeles for a quick weekend away from life in the desert. In the weeks leading up to the trip, he kept hammering me with questions about what I wanted to do while we were there. This is generally how the conversation went (his part is in Italics):
So, any thoughts on things to do while we’re there? Not really. Was there any shopping you wanted to do?
Hon, I’ve been banned for life from all the McQueen stores in the country and you get mad when I buy things you think we don’t need for the house. The only thing that’s even on my radar is the Kubrick exhibit at LACMA and there will be hell to pay if I’m not allowed to go. Continue reading