Dancing at the Blingy Gold Church
It felt like we were in a David Lynch movie, or something. If Dennis Hopper had walked up, I would’ve been like, “Hey Dennis, nice to see you. Can I get a picture of you with Liberace?”
My husband had to go pick up some materials way out east in an area called Rialto. It’s near Rancho Cucamonga. And it’s an arm pit. When we were driving back, we drove past this huge church that looked sort of like a warehouse that’s been all blinged out. It was all painted gold, and had some sort of shiny gold awnings, and big sections of windows that were tinted a reflective gold. It was bizarre.
So of course I had to pull over and take a picture of Flat Liberace with the blingy gold church.
Anyway, there were a handful of cars in the parking lot, and we parked kind of far away from the building to get a lot of it in the picture. Some guy came out of the church and waved to us like we were someone he was expecting. I half-waved back, with Liberace in one hand, and my camera in the other. Then I put Liberace down on the pavement, snapped a picture (with that guy standing at the door to the church expectantly), and we turned to leave.
Walking toward us were two young punk guys, probably teenagers. One had a mohawk and the other an afro that he had a sort of hair band holding back off his forehead. They had on tight jeans, metal belts, very emo/punk-looking. And not at all what you’d expect two teenage black guys to look like. Especially in a place like Rialto.
They really just came out of nowhere, in the middle of this huge empty parking lot, walking right towards us. They said something to Daniel about catching a bus or a train or something and having been to a party the night before and they were just trying to get home. They called him “sir.” He said nope and got in the car. Then I heard, “something something, ma’am?” (My hearing wasn’t working too well.) I said, “What do you need? Some change?” and I reached into the car for my little change holder and gave them about a dollar in quarters (all that I had).
So we start driving out of the parking lot, and a woman pulls into the parking lot on a bicycle. The street she’d been riding on was at least a four lane street, maybe even a six lane street. (She was on the sidewalk.) Behind her was a toddler, about three years old, on foot. I thought, “That’s weird.” And then behind the toddler came another one, who looked like she was about four years old, pushing a stroller with a one year old in it. They all were running after their mom, who by this time was clear across the parking lot on her bike.
I said to Daniel, “This place is weird. Let's out of here.” And we did.
Flat Liberace blog: flatliberace.strangepulse.com/
Dancing at the Blingy Gold Church
It felt like we were in a David Lynch movie, or something. If Dennis Hopper had walked up, I would’ve been like, “Hey Dennis, nice to see you. Can I get a picture of you with Liberace?”
My husband had to go pick up some materials way out east in an area called Rialto. It’s near Rancho Cucamonga. And it’s an arm pit. When we were driving back, we drove past this huge church that looked sort of like a warehouse that’s been all blinged out. It was all painted gold, and had some sort of shiny gold awnings, and big sections of windows that were tinted a reflective gold. It was bizarre.
So of course I had to pull over and take a picture of Flat Liberace with the blingy gold church.
Anyway, there were a handful of cars in the parking lot, and we parked kind of far away from the building to get a lot of it in the picture. Some guy came out of the church and waved to us like we were someone he was expecting. I half-waved back, with Liberace in one hand, and my camera in the other. Then I put Liberace down on the pavement, snapped a picture (with that guy standing at the door to the church expectantly), and we turned to leave.
Walking toward us were two young punk guys, probably teenagers. One had a mohawk and the other an afro that he had a sort of hair band holding back off his forehead. They had on tight jeans, metal belts, very emo/punk-looking. And not at all what you’d expect two teenage black guys to look like. Especially in a place like Rialto.
They really just came out of nowhere, in the middle of this huge empty parking lot, walking right towards us. They said something to Daniel about catching a bus or a train or something and having been to a party the night before and they were just trying to get home. They called him “sir.” He said nope and got in the car. Then I heard, “something something, ma’am?” (My hearing wasn’t working too well.) I said, “What do you need? Some change?” and I reached into the car for my little change holder and gave them about a dollar in quarters (all that I had).
So we start driving out of the parking lot, and a woman pulls into the parking lot on a bicycle. The street she’d been riding on was at least a four lane street, maybe even a six lane street. (She was on the sidewalk.) Behind her was a toddler, about three years old, on foot. I thought, “That’s weird.” And then behind the toddler came another one, who looked like she was about four years old, pushing a stroller with a one year old in it. They all were running after their mom, who by this time was clear across the parking lot on her bike.
I said to Daniel, “This place is weird. Let's out of here.” And we did.
Flat Liberace blog: flatliberace.strangepulse.com/