Though I work in it's environs three days a week, I rarely hang out in West Hollywood. Having turned 50 this year, I usually feel like I'm about, oh, 32 years too old when I'm there. However, this week I was given a post card advertising an event (more on this in a minute) that I knew I had to see.
So I took off to spend a leisurely afternoon of it. Arriving a little before one, my first stop was the delightful little (faux) french cafe and bakery, "Champagne".
Immediately upon entering, you are greeted by the giant 18 foot flower-phallus.
Maybe 2pm is a little early on a Sunday for the gals but there were no sequined and feathered pooches to be found! There was a bartender in his traditional native garb.
I did come across two dogless chaps who were, never the less, in the spirit(s) of things.
There was a fellow dressed like Austin Powers (or this being LA maybe it really was Austin Powers!) handing out fliers to passers by, and begging everyone with a dog to hang out and those without dogs to go find one somewhere.
He finally met with some success and was corralling the contestants on the patio bar where the bartender gladly served them.
There was one in a pink seersucker dress:
One in military camouflage with a posse in army garb:
And a little white poodle who was just there to drink and find a trick:
Well by now it was almost an hour after the proposed starting time and I had really seen enough, so I decided to leave. This made the bartender cry:
Maybe they finally got something going and had a parade. I don't know. Another defeat based on my life long shortcoming of punctuality. Well, maybe next year bitches.