In venturing out to the Bev Hills (Beverly Hills) Art Show "Affaire in the Gardens" you prepare yourself for a nice relaxing stroll through the exhibits and stands. Your ears perk up to the sounds of mellow jazz, and you wet that palate for a zesty white afternoon wine spritzer.
Everything is going swimmingly until you turn a corner and are practically bulldozed by an eclectic horror story of mesh, lace, polyester, and Madonna in "Desperately Seeking Susan." Plus one oversized Louis Vuitton shoulder bag.
Who needs Fright Nights or a haunted hayride when you can lose your toast by visiting the art show?
Bev, you should have warned me.
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