Here is my last post of L.A.-related photos.
The second night we were in town, we met a friend at a bar called MJ’s, which was having a superheroes-themed event. I have to confess that this was much more fun than I expected it to be. [Click any photo to enlarge.]
The Sisters were also there. I love these people. I mean, I really love these people. If Indianapolis had a House, I’d be a Sister.
I love L.A. because of its “anything goes” mentality. You might see a woman walking her dog wearing a bathrobe and combat boots or you might see a person in Stella McCartney everything. When we were parking to go into MJ’s, there were guys in superhero costumes wandering the streets nearby, and no one gave a shit.
I should have taken a photo of this one guy at the bar though. He was wearing a cat’s head. It was a full mask, covering his whole head to his neck, with a snout so long that he couldn’t even have a drink. All you could see were his eyes. He was also wearing a harness, capri pants, and high tops.
“What superhero is he supposed to be?” I asked Jay.
“I don’t know,” Jay shrugged. “Thundercats?”
“Oh, no,” our friend Zack chimed in. “He’s always here like that. He has two cat masks, a black one and a tabby one. I’ve talked to him but I’ve never seen his face. He’s nice.”
No one gives a shit. And I love that about L.A.
