This was an interesting instance- We were at an after-hours spot (Thai food joint selling beer in coffee mugs, and lousy karaoke) off Hollywood. Out front, the guy in the background had been tossed out for ALLEGEDLY (my favorite new LA word) getting rough with a lady inside. He kept hanging around, all sunglasses on the back of his head, trying to get back in, but the bouncers weren't having it. Anyhow, we struck up a conversation with this lady...
Ooh la la, tres bien ensemble, Michelle. Where to begin? She's got a kind of "tongue in cheek Russian military cum super hero who hasn't quite gotten down color coordination because the 80's Madonna and Flashdance reruns she caught back home were on an old black and white tv" look, but she was just able to squint out that the bra needs to go ON TOP of the leotard. Best part, leaving her house, with one last look in the mirror, she grabbed the leopard print scarf off a nearby lamp, and said, "Voila, there's the dose of sassy I was looking for.."
Things started to get a little risque out here in the middle of the street, between the roving hands and her particular brand of gymnastics on the awning poles that the bouncers didn't see the humor in her use of, so, what left to do but...
Boo-yah! Lay yourself out on the clean clean sidewalks of Hollywood Blvd and show off those Moccassins!
And of course, for some dessert, some video... Once the ladies figure out it's video, and not still photography, our new friend takes matters into her own hands, shoves Brandy and Paige out of the way and gets down to it.
2 comments:
Perhaps your site should be called "drunken antics"
Huh, That's got a nice ring to it...
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