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still on vacay…be back sometime next week

vacation laziness happiness

Stacy in 944 !!

My best friend Stacy submitted some of her AMAZING photographs to 944 San Diego and she had 3 of her photos featured in their latest edition!! It’s the one with Chelsea Handler on the front cover. They scan all their issues into their website so if you go to www.944.com/magazine you can look through the flipbook. She’s on pages 93, 94, 95.

So badass!

You can see more of her work on her blog
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the cuteness

blog stalking love

I’ve been a fan of Mr. IBBB for a long time now. This gem I found on his site this morning is exactly why I love him.

You can read his blog HERE or find the link on my blogroll to the right.

Product # 2 – WAKE UP, STUPID!  If you like to take 10 minute cat naps whilst driving around town does Harriet have the alert system for you!  Apparently if your head moves to far forward or too far back and alarm goes off directly in your ear.  So the good news is that you’re awake.  That bad news?  You’re deaf in one ear.  Seriously, if you even think that you may possibly need this product please, please, please, please, please don’t get behind the wheel.  In fact, please don’t even leave your house.  Actually, don’t walk either.  Just take it easy in a nice recliner and wait patiently for Jesus to call you into the pearly gates of Heaven.  If I ever strapped this thing to my ear I would be so freaked out that my head may accidentally go 2 inches forward that I wouldn’t be able to even focus on changing the radio station, texting my friends, or drinking my iced coffee.  Imagine just looking forward the whole time and just driving?  Boring.  Either way, thanks Harriet for keeping me awake, deaf, and focused.  What? Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

dirty boy fanclub president

he has Heartbreak Hotel tattooed across his chest

dirty boys don’t count as dirty if they clean up this nice, right??

doomed

cavorting in gypsy caverns

“This music just makes you feel good, you know?”

Justin had ridden his bicycle all the way from Santa Monica to east downtown. He was joined by some of the other Midnight Ridazz and they’d come to check out the Malabomba-hosted international dance party at Bordello. The intense level of curiosity that had them pedaling over 17 miles to attend Malabomba’s opening night, was the same one that lured me out and into the not-quite-yet-gentrified part of downtown on a Wednesday night.

I pulled into the street parking on Banning just off Vignes and noticed two guys leaning against the car next to mine. They eyed me for a second and then turned back to do whatever it was they were doing. The promo flyer for this event was definitely out there and so I wasn’t really that surprised when I saw one of the guys duck his head down to take a hit off a bong. I was surprised however, that they weren’t being a little more discreet about it. Marijuana or not, it’s still legally classified as a drug, right?

With one last makeup check I grabbed my purse and upon stepping out of the car was smacked straight across the face with a huge grin. The guy wasn’t smoking, he was tuning up his trombone.

This was definitely not going to be a night for stereotypes. I nodded an acknowledgment to the innocent and headed across the street to the club’s front door.

Five bucks and one hand stamp later, I stepped into a gorgeous gypsy cavern. Blood red light flickered from black, crystal chandeliers. Boys kissed girls who kissed other girls in high velvet booths lining the walls. Hipsters talked low and close in the side room salon that evoked a New Orleans French Quarter brothel feel.

I squished into the packed bar next to a Bettie Page look alike and her Salvador Dali mustache-owning boyfriend and ordered up a Don Julio on the rocks from a sexy brunette bartender who leaned in close and called me “Love”.

Justin and some of the Ridazz made a spot for me in their booth overlooking the dance floor and stage. The back wall of the stage is made from an old wood slab that looks like it was ripped straight off the walls of the Alhambra in Granada, Spain.

Gypsy girls gyrated to the eclectic mix spun out by DJ Jason Savvy, DJ Duchess, and DJ Cat Hair. Think Romany Folk N Roll, Gypsy Punk, and New Wave Bossanova. Girls in flowing skirts seduced the gays and the straights alike with their fluid hips and bare bellies.

The red light flickering from the chandeliers mixed with the blue stage lights to create a distinctly Eastern European feel and I was taken back to a recent night I spent dancing at the underground, labyrinth-like, Akropolis club in Prague, Czech Republic.

A little after 10 p.m., a brass band — touted only as the Malabomba Welcome Band — came out, foregoing the stage to stand in a circle on the dance floor and play among the dancers. Tambourines and trumpets swirled with the sound of a tuba and the previously mentioned trombone. Their music was uplifting and enveloped the entire bar and its patrons with a beautiful energy.
You couldn’t keep from smiling if you tried.

Justin was right. This music does make you feel good.

Malabomba will resume on the first and third Thursdays of every month starting in late June/early July.
Bordello Bar 901 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90012
www.malabomba.com