The idea was to cross the hills via the Beverly Glen canyon road on my way back from work in Burbank, come back to Westwood Village, loiter around, read a story or two from the New Yorker fiction issue, decide whether to eat grilled chicken or barbacoa at Chipotle, and then slip into the adjacent Regent theater to catch Toy Story 3.
I came back, parked, and walked into Hammer Museum on a whim, to check out the schedule of events for this month. And instead of an empty courtyard I expected, given the late evening hour, and a guard about to end his shift, I saw a courtyard full of surfer dudes, and notices announcing a movie called "
Riding Giants", a surfing movie I got to know when I enquired later. And horror of horrors, a long queue. Curious, I stood for a while, bumming around more than I needed to, skimming through the current schedule, which I did pick up as I walked in, and I was offered a free ticket by a, any guesses, surfer dude!
I skipped Toy Story 3, and watched this amusing documentary. I live on the peripheral edges of all sub cultures with in LA. I know there is a strong surfing sub-culture here, and I didn't know I'd be tiny part of it accidentally this way.
Now, if only I could swim well, I could go bodyboarding this summer!
Next up:
Dogtown and Z-boys, the skateboarding movie.