Saturday, January 4, 2014

Cause If They Don't Dance, Then They're No Friend of Mine

Turns out I vacation so I can take naps in beds other than my own.  Secret Agent Fred and I took the train down to Los Angeles and I spent almost the entire 11 hour trip asleep.  Nothing is as lulling as the rolling rhythm of a train and there's really nothing else to do, anyway.


The L.A. tain station is gorgeous

We stayed in the Biltmore downtown,  where the lobby and other public spaces were also pretty spectacular, with all the original, elaborate details intact,

but our shabby rooms upstairs were like being confined in an old folks home designed by somebody who had seen The Shining once too often, complete with fluorescent lights and dingy yellowing paint.  We fled to a tonier hotel I like in West Hollywood, so I could sleep in a nice place and so we could be closer to the gogo boys of Santa Monica Boulevard.

The car rental place stuck us with a white Chevy Impala, the Car of Shame.  The poor clerk handling the exchange was trying to be pleasant, he was pretty cute, and acknowledged this was not exactly the Batmobile, but I was overcome by some kind of gay Tourette Syndrome where I couldn't help blurting out bitchy snark.   I am ashamed, but it's true, we did look like we could be busting hookers in Hollywood.  Did I just imagine the valet parkers sniggering as we pulled up?  Maybe, but this was L.A. after all, where you are what you roll.


Speaking of muscular semi-naked guys dancing to Madonna, we had a lovely evening out at some bar that I swear is a time warp to 1990.


The strippers were terribly cute and Fred has a way with them, they're drawn to him like he's a puppy with a fistful of singles.



Tragically, I now find out we missed the 2013 GoGo Boy Appreciation Day Festival and Competition by a few weeks.  Count me in for next year's.  I'll see you there.


8 comments:

  1. "Put a hundred down and rent a car..." (Dammit, I just can't get that song out of my feeble head!). Sounds divoon - haven't been to LA in something like 25 years, but now I know where not to stay and rather definitely where to go (and isn't that little ginger just the cutest leprechaun? Magically delicious!).

    We've got a road trip coming up, too, and about time - although I expect ours won't involve nearly so much in the way of harnesses, alas...

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    1. For some reason I am imagining Dame Maggie Smith in "Travels With My Harness"... Jx

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    2. Isn't that ginger the mostest? I missed getting a picture of the best one, who was draped over Fred and claimed hi name was Ramon, which I kept pronouncing Rrrrrrrrrrrramon rolling the r as much as I could.

      Maggie and I are constantly being mistaken for each other. Constantly.

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  2. Adorable! Like puppies! Puppies in harnesses.

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    1. The gogo boys actually had different outfits they would change into, cause the bar was all fancy and stuff.

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  3. What is that hotel in West Hollywood? Cookie wants to know!

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    1. It's Le Montrose. You can tell it's schmancy because it has "Le" in its name.

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  4. Come to Chicago again and YOU WILL NOT SLEEP! We won't allow it. And by "we" I mean Jessica and myself. You will rue the day we ever met. Can't wait!

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