The first frightening hints of infidelity

Katie came upstairs today with a not so welcome addition to the laundry. What is a woman to think when she suddenly finds a pair of women's underwear in with her husband's clean laundry? Justin, being the honorable man he is, fessed up to having the Granny panties in his jean pockets and has sworn to call the affair off.

More LA Mannequins

Off for an early morning at the farmer's market for some veggies. YAWN!
But then, a quaint little stroll down Hollywood Blvd. The nice thing about this stretch of Hollywood is it's where the strippers go to get their accoutrements. You can browse all the lovely clear heels and just think, won't Cinnamon look smashing in these...
As a side note, I've never seen such gigantic hooters on a mannequin before, or, even one freshly handed some crisp one dollar bills. Note the artistic reflection of the Hollywood star on the gal in the last shot.

LA Tourists

This family was hysterical. I could only imagine the conversation at the hotel before they went out. Dad's saying, okay fine, we can wander Hollywood blvd, but I'm wearing my short shorts, and none of you kids can say boo. And then Mom and little Bro formed their protest by rocking matching hats.

Girls just wanna have fun

So Trish lined up some great tickets for Cyndi Lauper at the Greek Theatre up in Griffith Park. How Psyched was Trish? She laughed afterwards that she couldn't believe she remembered all the lyrics to the songs. I have to say, Cyndi Lauper isn't on my Ipod playlist, but it was a real treat to see her perform, which by the way, she did a fantastic job. Amazing seats up front. Some Video too.

Trish and Cyndi Lauper

In addition to our great seats, Trish got us backstage passes, so we were able to meet Cyndi, Wanda Sykes, and the B-52's. Here's Trish talking with Cyndi abut an upcoming movie they may be working on.
Added Bonus: Cyndi talking about growing up Catholic, and how Madonna is now a nice girl that goes to Shul.

Elliot Smith Memorial

Street Dogs

Outside 4100 Sunset, our almost final destination after 3 or 4 places on Sunset, it was time for a street dog (Big hot dogs, wrapped in bacon, covered with onions and peppers and all sorts of gooey goodness.

Cafe Stella

We wrapped it all up at a great little French Bistro in Silverlake called Cafe Stella with a nice glass of port just to cap off the evening. Trish, who's categorically incapable of passing up an opportunity to mess with bartenders, cajoled him into bringing a little desert even though the kitchen was closed. As he went back to see if he could find a piece of cheese, she shouted after him, "No, I changed my mind, I want chocolate." So out he came with a little pot de creme, but the chef saw it and said, oh no, that won't work, grabbed it, took it back into the kitchen, and returned with whipped cream and raspberries on it. Turns out, he went to NYU and lived in Alphabet City for years.

Moon over LA

After a long night, and closing time, a good long walk through Silverlake with a perfect quarter moon for navigation purposes.

Banana Daiquiri Seance

Things aren't always as cut and dry, and technically planned out as you might suppose at a Banana Daiquiri Seance. I mean, yeah sure, it's not all that complicated, you've got to somehow "appeal" to the Daiquiri Guru through feats of strength or other forms of obeisance, and then you get a Banana Daiquiri. But on this particular evening, it wasn't as easy as a quick tap dance. Oh, no.


For instance, here we have Jesus and his pals trying out their new cheerleading routine and patented human pyramid finale; but was the Daiquiri Guru impressed? Not so much. That kinda crap might cut it in the sticks, but here in the Big City, we need a little more. No daiquiri for you guys.


This young lady here, left disappointed after her failure to score a frosty beverage. "What kind of shit is that? I take an evening off from the coliseum, haul my ass down here to Chinatown, kill a lion and maim a few gladiators in front of this guy, and what do I get to show for it? Bupkiss, that's what. Screw this, I'm swinging by Starbucks."


But then, in a cruel twist of fate, you get hipsters like this guy, who non-chalantly stroll on up with a banana tie like they own the joint, and with a knowing wink, the Guru just lays one on them.

The intricacies involved with actually scoring one of them Daiquiris

Techniques varied, but the gist of it, was to enact the old slip on a banana peel routine. Here we have some footage of a successful young go getter and her can do attitude being rewarded by our mix master, Hawaiian Vacation Ringo Starr.

Chinatown

So after the opening, we crossed the street and checked out a few places. They were ok. Highlights included 5 girls panicked and crowded around some drunk guy who was getting sick, insisting they needed to call an ambulance but instead flagged down a passing cop car (no photo) and a lit dancefloor, a la Saturday Night Fever.

What's the big deal about Mondays?

I don't know why everybody hates Mondays so much, they're just like every other day of the week, except maybe there's a little less nightlife than usual.
P.S. In response to the many questions- Yes, this is a poke at all you people with jobs. I've gotta do something to feel good about being broke.

Thievery Corporation

Live at the Hollywood Bowl. This was an absolutely amazing show. Thanks to Daron for introducing me to them. The Hollywood Bowl is definitely one of the coolest venues I've ever been to without a doubt.

That's LA for you...

This lady was practicing her cat walk, balancing a water bottle on her head, all the while saying, "I am a model".