First, you go to the Pacific Design Center.
Then, you go into the Pacific Design Center and start going up the stairs, so you can see some views.
Then, you go back down and into the little brown box that is the MOCA branch in West Hollywood, to see if there are any cool exhibitions.
Then, you blush and giggle because it’s the Tom of Finland exhibition, which is really porny.
Then, you wander up to the Sunset Strip. It’s not very far.
Then, you pose like a movie star at some weird retro building. Nobody asks for your autograph, but that’s okay, because you feel really cool anyway.
Then, you get a cocktail. Actually, by now you’ve had a couple, but forgot to take pictures of them. So you get another at a place you once went with the husband of the lady you’re currently wandering around with. But that’s another story.
How did it get to be nighttime already? Who knows.
Anyway, then you go to eat some Russian food, because, why not?
You even order the salad called “dama pod shuboy,” which means “lady under a fur coat,” which is normally a super-mayonnaisey, rather disgusting concoction, but here it is actually pretty good.
That’s herring on the bottom, by the way.
Because it’s a Russian restaurant, you have some vodka, of course. Preferably infused with dill or blueberries or olives or horseradish or cranberries.
And that is how you spend a Wednesday in West Hollywood.