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Ward on the Street: Bikini monkeys make it all okay
“Do you think you’ll ever leave L.A.?”
This is a question volleyed back and forth too often to ignore. On one hand, L.A. is a metropolis spastic with culture and opportunity, offering bonuses like a sparkling ocean and the random possibility of running into Hulk Hogan at Ikea. Not many cities can boast that.
However, breathing brown air too long or getting cut off by one too many a Porche can compel the most loyal Angelenos to search for a cabin on Craigslist Wyoming and never look back.
I have to say: I’d miss the girls in bikinis and gorilla masks.
No sooner had I returned from a weekend getaway in the sleepy wilderness than I opened an email from the wackies over at Ghettogloss gallery, who are for some reason obsessed with apes. Their Guerilla Gorilla Thursdays (featuring a dude in a monkey suit and a barrel of spiked jungle juice at the gallery) are being put on hold this summer in favor of some serious La Cita weirdness starting this Saturday with their first “Bronx Zoo” event.
Here’s what to do: head to La Cita from 2 p.m. to 8 p.m. Bring $5 for cover and if you like, a drawing pad and art supplies. Have some drink specials, and wait for an Ape Escape. Every hour, on the hour, “4-7 bikini-clad girls in gorilla masks will be released to pose for quick figure drawing sketches.”
Mid-day art. Booze. Bikinis. Gorilla masks. To quote the gallery’s email announcement: “Holy shit, I love L.A.”
Miss Alie Ward
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