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L.A. Affairs: He looked hot in his tight jeans, boots and cowboy hat. Would he ask me to dance?
I had never before been single in Los Angeles. My partner and I had moved here from New York. I worked a very early shift at Sony Pictures, pumping out film grosses seven days a week, and he managed a co-owned restaurant in Hollywood with a shift closing late at night.
Our schedules didn’t match, and his nightly winding-down shift offered far more extracurricular opportunities than my waking-up shift. The inevitable split occurred, and along with the restaurant went the social life, friends, the house and even the cat.
Alone and searching for new friends and romances, it was suggested that the newly opened Home Depot on Sunset Boulevard was a great place to meet gay guys, but alas — the straight guy with the bubble butt in the paint department was commanding all the attention. Ikea indeed had plenty of guys, but almost all were coupled. That left the bars of West Hollywood, where you would line up against the wall like pins in a bowling alley and wait for a strike. This was years before online dating came about. Swiping left or right was done face-to-face, and it was brutal.
My chiropractor enlisted a masseur named Daniel to help with my “back of steel,” as he put it. Daniel offered two options: slow and easy, which would take weeks, or quick and deep, which I opted for until my chiropractor told Daniel to go a little easier as my loud groaning was scaring the patients in the waiting room.
Daniel was going through a breakup of his own and suggested I try country western dancing. “It’s a great way to meet people, and you dance for five minutes and move on to the next. Like taking a test drive,” he said.
Reasonable, I thought, but country music? Maybe a man in my arms would neutralize the sound of steel guitars in my ears. But then I remembered I did dance to the Six Fat Dutchmen in the ninth grade. My school had six weeks of social dancing in the gym during the harsh winter months in Minnesota.
It was mainly square dancing, but we also learned to waltz, polka, schottische and foxtrot. It was the foxtrot that was giving me problems now. Similar to the Texas two-step but with an extra step added, it kept tripping me up on the dance floor along with the poor sap that felt sorry for me and had asked me to dance. A reputation as a bad dancer spreads faster than a wild fire in late November.
So off I went to the weeknight dance lessons at Rawhide, where bad dancers try to improve by dancing with other lousy dancers in hopes of becoming mediocre and then, perhaps if you really concentrate, a step up to adequate.
So back to the main event and the Sunday Beer Bust: We beginners could at least dance with each other and learn to stay out of the better couples’ path. I would dance a few dances but mostly lean against a post and watch the action.
And then, there he was.
Out of all the guys in the crowd, there was just something about him and his tight jeans, his boots and his cowboy hat. His dance card was continually full, and my chances felt empty. It would take at least a month of Tuesday lessons to gain enough confidence to ask him to dance. But I came back each Sunday and tried to apply my improving skills.
As the weeks went by, I was becoming disillusioned by the whole country-dancing saga, and as I was driving over the hill to the Valley one Sunday, I asked myself, “Do you really want to continue with this?” As I entered the bar sober, I looked out over the crowd. Lorrie Morgan had just released a country version of “My Favorite Things,” which was playing.
I saw all these men in jeans, most in boots and cowboy hats, and some in leather chaps. Short, tall, thin and beefy, all were holding someone in their arms and dancing a waltz, no doubt dreaming of cream-colored ponies. It was surreal, but it pulled me in.
As I went to the bar, got a beer and leaned back onto my favorite post to watch it all go on around me, it happened. I noticed he noticed me.
In the arms of another, he glanced and smiled as he whirled by. And then again on the next go-round.
I felt the dizzy rush of adrenaline send my heart into palpitations as long-dormant hope sprang forth from that simple smile. And as the music stopped and the strains of a new song began, he walked toward me and asked me to dance. We danced again, and the following Sunday as well. And the next Sunday, and then many months of Sundays.
It’s been 25 years since our first dance. We’re a little slower, a little less energetic and the years show on our faces as well in the color and/or lack of hair.
Our favorite places to dance have closed. As with most relationships, there have been odd sour notes through the years, but mostly harmonious music. And when we are in rhythm with arms about each other, I don’t need to worry about the steps because my feet don’t touch the ground.
The author lives in Mid-City with his partner Nick. He is fairly antisocial on social media. If you must, he can be reached at ccbartelt@gmail.com.
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Appeals court denies Trump’s request to halt removal of his name from the Kennedy Center
The Kennedy Center on June 28, with its facade signage still covered by a tarp and scaffolding.
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On Wednesday, a federal appeals court denied President Trump’s request to stop the removal of his name from Washington, D.C.’s Kennedy Center. The signage on the building has been covered with tarp and scaffolding since June 13, but in a court filing last month, the center’s current executive director said that Trump’s name has been removed.
In their decision, three judges from the U.S. District Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit said that the president had failed to prove that the arts center would be “irreparably injured” without Trump’s name attached to it.

NPR requested comment from the Kennedy Center, but did not receive an immediate reply.
This latest round of court decisions is part of the ongoing litigation filed by Rep. Joyce Beatty, D-Ohio, against President Trump and the board of the Kennedy Center. In a statement emailed Wednesday to NPR, Beatty said: “Today’s ruling again affirms that this administration’s efforts to rename the Kennedy Center were unlawful. His name no longer desecrates this sacred memorial, which belongs to the American people. Now it is time for the Trump administration to accept this, comply with the law, and take the tarps down.”
In previous court filings, Trump’s legal team had asserted that removing the president’s name from the arts complex, both on the physical building and in its digital materials, would inflict irreparable harm in both time and money already spent. In the denial, the three judges — Patricia Millett, Robert Wilkins and Gregory Katsas — wrote that since Trump’s name has already been removed, “a stay would not avert those harms.”
Furthermore, Trump had claimed that without his name attached, future fundraising would be threatened “and [will] contribute to the financial decline of the Center.” In response, the appeals judges wrote: “Appellants, however, have failed to support this assertion with any specific facts or evidence. They offer only the conclusory assertions of the Kennedy Center’s Executive Director that were made in a factually unsupported declaration.” The center’s current executive director, Matt Floca, specializes in physical plant management.

The presiding judge in the case, Christopher R. Cooper, has ordered that the center provide him a status report on the center’s operation and programming before the end of this month. As of Wednesday, the center’s calendar lists a small roster of programs, including outdoor free movie screenings, workshops for children, and five free live performances in July on its Millennium Stage. In the past, the Kennedy Center presented over 2,000 arts and education events each year, including free daily Millennium Stage performances.

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A meal with an animated Mona Lisa? Immersive dining goes high tech — but will L.A. eat it up?
My dinner course is served. It is a Campbell’s-inspired soup can, lightly angled so strands of broccoli are peeking out. I lift the can to uncover a slow-braised short rib and mashed potatoes. An American dish to represent an American artist, here Andy Warhol.
The room is overtaken with projections, scenes of bustling New York traffic paired with bachelor-pad-like guitar riffs. Shown on a wall above a dinner table is a selection of Warhol silkscreens. It’s a Friday night in West Hollywood, and I’m surrounded by a mix of out-of-towners and those celebrating an anniversary. And while this is a special occasion, we’re urged to get a little messy with our food — to use our hands, to paint with a salad, to draw on a cookie.
The main course: A tomato soup can? “7 Paintings” is an immersive event that occasionally hides dishes in artist-inspired presentations.
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Play is the primary side dish at “7 Paintings,” a tech-infused dinner theater that aims to be a crash course in fine art. That selection of veggies paired with multiple mini cups of colorful dressings? Guests are encouraged to mix and match the vinaigrettes into a mess of hues, a nod to abstractionist Jackson Pollock. And yellowfin tuna with dashes of avocado and taro chips? That’s an edible tribute to Banksy, of course. What does raw fish have to do with stenciled street art? It’s bold, heavily angled and has a short shelf life? Maybe? Perhaps don’t overthink it.
Even the paper is edible.
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“Have you ever eaten a painting before?” says Nadine Beshir, the Dubai-based creator of “7 Paintings.” “We try to get people out of their comfort zones and eating paper. I want to bring out the child in them.”
“7 Paintings,” held at Sunset House L.A. through the end of August, is the latest example of immersive dining to arrive in this city. These experiences often involve guest participation and are accentuated with advanced multimedia technology and sometimes theatrical elements.
Worldwide, there have been standouts. For instance, Eatrenalin at Germany’s Europa-Park, a dining room-meets-ride where participants are whisked around the space on trackless “floating chairs,” has just received a coveted Michelin star. Ibiza’s Sublimotion has similar haute ambitions, pairing 12 diners together in a room that will come alive with otherworldly projections and performers. At times, diners will win don virtual reality headgear.
But tech-driven immersive dining experiences have never quite taken off in Los Angeles as a trend. Last year, the Gallery, where fantastical cityscapes and projections surrounded downtown L.A. diners, stood just a couple months before the concept was abandoned.
“7 Paintings” pairs food with art and music. It’s “fun dining, not fine dining,” says its founder.
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Bartender Luca Famulari shakes a cocktail at the immersive dining event.
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“The economics of a restaurant are not the same as the economics of theater and the challenge of combining the two lies in thinking outside the box with respect to pricing and cost structure, such that the customer perceives high value from both the food and the experience,” says the Gallery co-founder Daren Ulmer.
Entrepreneurs keep aiming for that careful balance. “Le Petit Chef and Friends” is currently running at Tangier at downtown’s Hotel Figueroa, an event in which a fully animated film is projected on our plates and tables. Long-running pop-up event Fork N’ Film leans more dinner and movie, pairing dishes directly inspired by what is happening on screen. Upcoming films include “Ratatouille” and “Lilo and Stitch.”
The field comes with challenges. “The costs are very high,” says Joanna Garner, an immersive designer and former creative director with experiential art firm Meow Wolf. Garner has been experimenting herself with communal, immersive dinner events, and her next, the flirtatious “Please Open Your Mouth,” is set for July 11. (No tech there, as Garner is after a more sensual, adult-focused gathering.) Tickets for her event are $150 and a spot in the “7 Paintings” dining room runs $175, priced on par with a number of city’s most acclaimed restaurants.
There is also the reality that all public dining is in some fashion immersive, usually requiring varying combinations of engagement, communication and presentation. And then, are all these added elements distracting?
An animated Mona Lisa sits on the wall as guests enjoy their meals. Throughout the dinner, the painting provides factoids on various artists.
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Throughout “7 Paintings,” for instance, an animated Mona Lisa, situated on the wall next to the main dinner table, will provide brief biographical details of each artist represented.
“Being able to nail the food, and nail the story, those are two very difficult threads to weave,” Garner says. “I do think, ultimately, people come to a dinner table to talk to the people at the table and to have intimate experiences. To have an experience where you’re constantly being taken away from the food, I’m not so sure if that’s what people are looking for.”
Food is framed as a star of “7 Paintings” but tasting it is just one component. At one point, we must uncover a cheese course in a tiny treasure chest, the code for the lock hidden in the projections (don’t stress, it’s not a hard puzzle). Beshir highlights the Pollock-inspired salad course, which is accentuated with a jazz soundtrack, as the thesis of the evening.
1. A guest uses a silicon brush to apply sauces onto an entree, a nod to abstractionist Jackson Pollock. 2. Projections fill up the dining table during meals.
“This course is really about getting people to free their minds from preconceived ideas,” Beshir says. “Like, you have to eat with a fork and knife, or the salad comes and then the dressing. No, the dressing comes and then the salad, and it’s trying with big brushes to paint the way he did. A lot of people do not understand Abstract Expressionism, and they think it’s people just splashing colors around. But when you understand the link between the rhythm of the music and painting, you live it. We give you time to paint with your salad dressing.”
In L.A., Beshir has partnered with nightlife impresario Kim Kelly, who is plotting a “Sleep No More”-inspired walk-around theatrical show for the Sunset House venue later this year. “7 Paintings,” however, is fully seated, and purposefully a little silly. Beshir and Kelly have been evolving it during its L.A. run, recently adding a stronger painting component by giving guests their own canvas to work on throughout the evening. Each night crowns a winner.
“Everyone comes over to look at their art,” Kelly says. “It just kind of changed the whole thing, to be honest. People are now being creative throughout the entire evening. Instead of just watching and occasionally painting, you’re now painting the whole time.”
As for what, perhaps, soba noodles with edamame and mushrooms have to do with Pablo Picasso, or why Salvador Dali gets an unexpected dessert course of a white chocolate potato souffle, Beshir clarifies the goal of the evening. While the animated Mona Lisa will provide backstories on each painter, this isn’t an educational night. “It’s fun dining, not fine dining,” Beshir says.
And by the end of my night, strangers were socializing, showing off their painted cookie creations, sharing Banksy tidbits and asking for recommendations on various vinaigrette combinations. Ultimately, it’s an evening of discovery, packed with surprises like finding an entire course hidden under a canvas.
Darryl Mayes of Charlotte, N.C., left, and Taylor Smith of North Hollywood, right, uncover their course.
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“We try not to have too much sophistication, like fried ants or something. I’m personally very adventurous in how I eat, but if I want to have this in 100 cities around the world, I cannot be too meticulous.”
And Beshir has big goals.
“I want this be your movie and dinner thing,” Beshir says. “I want people to be waiting for our next show, and to be able to afford to come every couple months.”
And to come home not with leftovers, but perhaps a painting of their own.
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