I braved the weirdos and tourists on Hollywood Boulevard today after work. In the sweltering heat, I walked along the crowded sidewalk in my stuffy black suit, high heels clicking over the shiny stars of Jim Henson and Jimi Hendrix.
I bought a black vinyl catsuit. It is hot. Literally. Like 200-degrees-sweaty hot.
I also bought a small riding crop.
And now I leave you in suspense.