MR. PERFECT... ALMOST

Still kicking myself in the butt for not talking to "Sid" at the Getty... Outing w/ the roomies today to the beautiful Getty in Santa Monica. LOVED the Dorothea Lange exhibit. Also LOVED Monet's artwork... he's still my favorite painter. It never ceases to amaze me the way he can paint so that his work looks like a bunch of random brushstrokes up-close, but it all comes together and creates an image once you back up and take in the whole picture. Very symbolic... the way we fuss over minor details and miss out on important things in life, yet everything becomes much clearer once we see the bigger picture. We also figured out where Caroline's wedding reception will be... in the Central Garden. Ahhh, sooo beautiful! For Caroline's wedding, all the guests will sit on surfboards in the middle of the stream while Caroline sashays down the dirt ramp. (Good thinking, Gabs.) Haha. It's okay, Caroline, I'm sure renting out the Getty won't be all that expensive in a few years... *hopefully*

Anyway, onto Sid... not really Mr. Perfect's name, unfortunately, I don't even know what his name is! Mr. Perfect came strolling through the courtyard while the girls and I were sipping our mochas. There he was, all dressed in full suit and tie, looking so confident, poised, and handsome. He headed straight for the 3rd floor of the West Wing... straight for the Monets! (Yes, the girls and I followed him... discreetly, of course.) I noticed that he was carrying a flowpad (total plus! reminded me of a speech boy) and a book. What was the book? Only a book written by Hermann Hesse! Still in awe of ANY guy that reads Hermann Hesse! After that, we nicknamed Mr. Perfect "Sid", after Hesse's book Siddhartha. Sadly, he was not amused by the way I analyzed the way Monet portrays the bell towers in one of his paintings. (At least Gabs found it funny.) Through our detective skills (or rather, mostly Gabby's detective skills) we have come to the conclusion that he's a successful businessman that works near Santa Monica and goes to the museum to unwind after a long day's work. He's also a conservationalist that takes the Metro to work everyday, hence the book in his hand. And he's obviously a smart man that enjoys literature and Monet paintings... and stupid me, I've missed my chance...