Roses are red, weekends are blue.
For your place: 20% off a handsome, design-award-winning wireless speaker, and 20% off the same regal barware you’ll find at top cocktail bars. (Enjoy responsibly.) For your body: 20% off a pocket-size fitness coach that plugs into your iPhone and monitors your health. Don’t say Perks never did anything for you.
You know what says “you’re special” on Valentine’s Day: six courses and candles and wine and stuff. You know what else says... something sort of similar: half-off grilled cheese at Heywood. Anything they’ve got, until 3am. We were sort of joking earlier, but a 2:45am grilled cheese run is actually pretty chivalrous.
So weird. Most Valentine’s-related hotel packages seem to only have enough bed space for two. Not so at the Petit Ermitage—they’ve got a specially set up suite for three with some champagne, a Twister board, a free dirty movie and double-headed lollipops. Sharing is caring.
This being Los Angeles, your Valentine’s Day options are not complete until you’ve considered working in a hooker with a heart of gold. Enter The Marshalls, Rockwell’s new musical tribute to the movies of Garry and Penny—including Pretty Woman and Big. Wonder where they’ll find the giant floor piano.
Sometimes you go to the theater and feel like it doesn’t relate much to your life. But going to Theatre Asylum for a seminar about what to do if a bunch of reanimated corpses take over the world and want to eat you—well, that’s just good common sense, really.
Our city’s most important celebrity—Angelyne, obviously—gets a retrospective exhibit on Saturday. Expect Angelyne, in the flesh. And her pink Corvette, in the, um, whatever the car equivalent to flesh is.
