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Several weekends ago, our college friend Greg visited and we hung out with several other college friends and his Austrian friend Katarina. It was an excellent time, and good preparation for when my little sister visits in early March and wants to do the LA tourist thing. I doubt she'll want to go into the beach at Santa Monica when it's 59 degrees in the water, however, which we did! We had a grand old time the whole time, but oddly this is the only good picture (there were many blurry bar photos, only good for a Rorschach blot really) I took during the trip:
Picture was mainly for
propernice's consumption. Man, my hair was shaggy.
The Friday we went to a local goth event (Ruin on the outskirts of Koreatown and Downtown). The next morning we met up with the gang for morning crepes and beaching, then meandered over to the Walk of the Stars and Chinese Theater. We ended up at the Rainbow Bar and Grill, a slightly delapidated and AWESOME pizza place and bar. Marilyn Monroe met Joe DiMaggio there for their first date. It was nice being in a place whose heydey was 40 years past, and it's still a rocking spot.
The next weekend, pigs flew as Elliott went voluntarily into a Victoria's Secret. It's amazing the changes that occur when a man realizes the potential benefits of subsidizing the purchase of unmentionables ;). The mannequins there were all really disturbing, coke-addict chic. They were so bony the underwear didn't even fit them right, there were gaps around their hipbones and the bra cups didn't fit their hard boobs.
The most ridiculous one looked like a blowup doll, complete with glistening lip gloss and slightly open mouth. It's really worth clicking for the larger view, damn my inability to place larger images. The sad state of female public image:
My new, less-shaggy haircut is slightly visible in background.
That's all that's been going on really. Elliott's been going to a lot of goth clubs. He tried one club out because it had a special Valentine's event, but didn't like the club that much. I'm a bit relieved, because I don't really like the idea of spending an evening with guys wrapped in chains and dressed only in a spiked codpiece ;). LA goths don't have enough clothes on, IMHO. Baring one's tan and rippling muscles doesn't seem that goth, at least the goth I enjoy on occasion.
Picture was mainly for
propernice's consumption. Man, my hair was shaggy.
The Friday we went to a local goth event (Ruin on the outskirts of Koreatown and Downtown). The next morning we met up with the gang for morning crepes and beaching, then meandered over to the Walk of the Stars and Chinese Theater. We ended up at the Rainbow Bar and Grill, a slightly delapidated and AWESOME pizza place and bar. Marilyn Monroe met Joe DiMaggio there for their first date. It was nice being in a place whose heydey was 40 years past, and it's still a rocking spot.
The next weekend, pigs flew as Elliott went voluntarily into a Victoria's Secret. It's amazing the changes that occur when a man realizes the potential benefits of subsidizing the purchase of unmentionables ;). The mannequins there were all really disturbing, coke-addict chic. They were so bony the underwear didn't even fit them right, there were gaps around their hipbones and the bra cups didn't fit their hard boobs.
The most ridiculous one looked like a blowup doll, complete with glistening lip gloss and slightly open mouth. It's really worth clicking for the larger view, damn my inability to place larger images. The sad state of female public image:
My new, less-shaggy haircut is slightly visible in background.
That's all that's been going on really. Elliott's been going to a lot of goth clubs. He tried one club out because it had a special Valentine's event, but didn't like the club that much. I'm a bit relieved, because I don't really like the idea of spending an evening with guys wrapped in chains and dressed only in a spiked codpiece ;). LA goths don't have enough clothes on, IMHO. Baring one's tan and rippling muscles doesn't seem that goth, at least the goth I enjoy on occasion.