Saturday night, my beloved and I attended the wedding of a fellow goddess held at the Figueroa Hotel in downtown LA. As soon as we stepped in off the street, we were emmersed into another land, Morocco. Intricately woven tapestries, hanging lanterns in every color and the costumed staff transported us to a far sexier place than urban Los Angeles.
During the reception, we caught wind that the roof top was quite divine…..but laden with no trespassing signs and warnings of video surveillance. Alas, we had to get a peak for ourselves. We grabbed an elevator with wine in hand and rode all the way to the top. Let the photo shoot mayhem begin.
Upon more exploring, we came across a beautiful blue door. What could possibly be inside?……………
My man, being the electrical engineer that he is got pretty excited. So excited in fact that we turned off the lights and made some electricity of our own.