| Tuesday, February 3rd, 1998 was my first "Sydney-on-the-go" log. The
first of many High On Life moments, visits, and experiences. This one is
definitely a high on life visit to "THE NEW GETTY!" I had been a frequent
visitor at the Getty on PCH in Malibu for years when I had heard about the
getty vision. J. Paul Getty left a boatload of money to his trust in order
to have a new and improved , technologically advanced support system for
continuing education in the arts and humanities throughout the twentieth
century. Success was spawned with the new Getty and now a whole new Getty
saga was born. With the Malibu location closed until the year 2000 for
refurbishing this is the museum to see in Los Angeles. Don't believe me....
here read my story.
When my boyfriend woke me up with, "Wake up! Guess what today is? We're goin' to the GETTY!" My eyes popped wide open and a huge smile covered my face. I felt like one of those Superbowl commercials, I AM GOING TO DISNEYLAND. I felt like a winner. I sailed under a lucky star and the rest just fell in place. I had been excitedly anticipating this visit since it's opening in December. I had finally gotten off my procrastinating little ass and called for reservations. There was only ! day available in the whole month of February!!! Tuesday the third. Unfortunately, it was from 5:30p.m. - 7:00p.m. So I was happy to get in. I was not in the position to argue and I wanted to go. Hell I can turbo through there in an hour and a half. Beggars can't be choosers. Besides I talked to friends who were trying to get reservations with no avail. It is no booked on all day capacity through August. Yes, August. I decide an hour and a half taste would be a start. |
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The only picture we took there is of me on the tram. Yes I look sooooo excited and bundled warm. The tram slithers up the side of the hill with a beautiful view of west los angeles during twilight. When we finally reached the top I almost stopped breathing. I have two syllables for you: BOM-BAY! Do not get me wrong. I love the old Getty, but it is exactly that, OLD. The new Getty has the bombay architecture, art collections, landscaping , and that popularity the Getty name always attracts. They treat you as if you were a guest at one of the formal affairs. I mentioned it was raining on the night we went, they had umbrellas galore. At every door in front of each pavillion. You were not responsible for it or had to carry it in every exhibit. They have plenty of "help desk" areas, museum attendants, Guided tours, informational films, and head sets that are used as tools to get in-depth insight on the pieces in the museum. There is no flash photography inside the pavilions however there is a spectacle of new shots to shoot outside in the terraces. It is about that time to wrap up my pilot of my on-the-go section. Before I do that though. Weird, bazaar, and random things happen to me daily. At the end of each o-t-g episode i will leave you with a real "SYDNEY MOMENT!" My boyfriend had gotten paged so he went off to search for a phone while I was kickin' it in the antiquities collection. We were in the south pavillion and the closest phone was in the west pavillion. Off he went. Umbrella in hand he quickly trotted out the main door of s.p. (south pavillion) and headed towards the west. Now if I were to give any helpful hints to the architects who built the new getty my first would have been to let them know you don't match EVERYTHING! For example, all of the tile in the centercourt areas are the same. Normally this is probably not a huge problem. Add a little El Niño rain storm and it spells, "oops!" After 20 minutes I heard this "squish, step, Squish, step!" I quickly turn my head from the wall hangings I had been looking at to see what it was. Slowly around the corner I see Z. I can't help but laugh because it is so quiet in there. Then all of a sudden here comes this almost obscene noise and it is connected to my boyfriend. At this point he is laughing and so am I so hard we had to leave to get a breath of fresh air. Oh and gain our composure. We agree to go look at some photographs in the west pavillion. As we are coming up on the w.p. there is a fountain on the left of us. Z starts laughing again while telling me the story of his squishy shoe. He was rushing to the w.p. when he saw a potted bush and decide to cut on the inside of the bush instead of the outer. Right then he runs me over to it and touches it with his foot. It ripples. At that very moment a couple catches my eye. While we are laughing about how he hopes no one saw him and how he totally played it off, "SPLASH!" I watched the lady of the couple I spotted just throw caution to the wind. She darted to the left away from her husband to the other end of the fountain. Fooled by the rain/ fountain duo, I watched her plunge not just one but both legs into thigh-high deep water. I have never seen a gal jump so fast and act so as a matter-of-factly. while drenched in water on a cold rainy night. Meanwhile there is an attendant in front of the w.p. entrance and he either is blind or lazy because I never heard him warn anyone. Moral of the story: look before you leap!
I hope you enjoyed your web surfing through my site. This is the beginning of an era so don't miss a "click" I will be on-the-go soon. Maybe even in your town. Look for the one and only { princesssydney high-on-life} lowrider. You never know where I might end up next. The stats are above this closing paragraphs. It tells you my highs for the day, yes all 3 P.A.N. highs. No you do not cook it . P.A.N. is personal/artificial/ and natural highs. My moral and high point are also listed so you get inside..... SYDNEY'S UNIVERSE. 5 highs a day keep the downers away. words to live by. LONG LIVE THE GETTY (I'll be back)....... until the next HIGH! |
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