The MUCH hyped show, Mr. Brainwash: Life Is Beautiful (Note the cover of LA Weekly, so unironically matted on Katie's Warhol table cloth) at the old CBS studios on Sunset, was packed with a huge line wrapping all the way around the block. We stood on the last third piece debating whether we'd go in or not. I'm not a big fan of lines, and was leaning towards bagging the whole idea. I walked the line to see if anything was going on, and there were people that had been on line for three hours before opening. (The first 200 people were given free signed prints of Elvis holding a pastel Fischer-Price Toy Machine Gun) We'd gotten to talking with a young Pregnant girl who'd just moved out from Florida with her family, when Mr. Brainwash himself was making his way down the line to greet everyone who came out. He was scooting along (on some modified scooter wheelchair with his foot in a cast) shaking hands and taking pictures with fans, when he noticed our friend Lola was about five months pregnant. You and your friends go up to the front of the line he said. Tell them I sent you up.
Et voila! Merci Monsieur Brainwash!
The line stayed there for hours, towards 11 pm, until some of the crowd started hoping the fence and otherwise scamming their way in. At one point, an alarm got set off and security guards went rushing past to grab the people who'd snuck in. You got the impression the last helicopters were leaving the embassy.
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