the last days of the desert

So, Echo Park on Friday night saw the Countess made it home just in time for an outlandish tube-dress, fake-blood, no-passing-out-til-the-sun-shines crazy vampire girl photoshoot. [Somewhat scandalous pix currently embargoed until I get the models confused enough to sign release papers. I'm nice like that.] On waking, blood everywhere, our four heroines made it out the house with big sunglasses and bigger hair for some kind of allegedly free-breakfast fiasco then back to Eliza Fay for napzzz.

Dolled up and dressy, Saturday night I got sick of my high-heeled-danced-for-hours achey feet and went out front to call a cab but no one had a clue where we were until Mario the sometime silent-movie villain from the weekend before appeared to tell me the address and ask me where my hair came from (it’s magic!) then someone random walked over to me to say I was adorable and suddenly Maria appeared, yelling at him about Sunset Junction. All exceptionally confusing.

At some point the Baron found me with bleeding feet at Sunset and Griffith Park after a 4am gallop down the street and handed me a juicy pear, which I ate sitting on the curb right by the spot where I got mugged during the Great Rains before willing my feet to carry me all the way home to Echo Park again as the sun came up.

Here are old Pioneertown pix that the Countess has been saving for just the sort of morning where she’s feeling all third person.

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