Violet Vixen and I went to go see my newbestfriend Charles Phoenix‘s show last night in fashionable Pasadena, and my, did we have a time.  I think Charles is maybe starting to recognize me as Weird Girl Who Dresses Like It’s 1957 and Comes to All His Shows because he patted me on the shoulder when he walked past me after the show and said “Now, did ya like that?”  ANYHOW, thus inspired,we (ie:  VV and I, not Charles Phoenix and I, although he is certainly invited) are planning a Grande Toure of all of Los Angeles’ greatest kitsch – the working list of locales is here, and if you have any contributions, please advise.  (I just now remembered Pie ‘n Burger,which I would like to add to the list.  WHAT IS OLLALLIEBERRY PIE??? We must go there and solve the mystery!)

And then after the show we tried to find a giant donut.

“We could find the one on Normandie!  It’s . . .  somewhere . . . on Normandie.  In South Central.  We could just drive down Normandie until we see the donut.”

“Drive down Normandie until we see the giant donut.  Into South Central.  At 11:00 at night.”

“Ok, nevermind.”

So we tried to find the one by the airport.  But it was literally NOWHERE.  So probably it is like Brigadoon, in that it only appears once every 100 years, only instead of “once every 100 years” it appears  “only when you are driving home from LAX.”  (And speaking of LAX, we should add dinner at the Theme Building to the adventure list.)  So we decided to go for pie instead, and then on the way to pie, at the corner of La Brea and Washington, some dudes rode past us on some horses, because that’s, like, totally normal.

And the pie was green and delicious, and I learned what a pot of postum is, and, quite frankly, I could probably have done without ever finding out about postum because it sounds needlessly awful.