an old ukranian folk story. with charlie chaplin. and some mongolians.

so,

if you were to ask me to explain the picture above,

i would have to tell you that old ukranian folk story.

the one that begins with vitalina, you adored seamstress,

inviting you and your . . . comrades . . . to her favorite ukranian restaurant for traditional food.

in encino.

that's right.  the fabled land of encino.

so, we showed up, and wandered around a bit looking for the restaurant.

it was down a little alley.

there were men in black leather bombers smoking and drinking outside.

no one spoke english.

thank GOD vita showed up.

inside?

laser light show.

live music.

(the highlight was the two men belting out "take my breath away".  in ukranian.)

but wait.

it gets more surreal:

yes.

that IS a charlie chaplin impersonator.

going chair to chair.

giving massages while you ate.

charlie chaplin.  ukranian food.  massage.

i have no idea.

neither did anyone else.  kira's face says it all:

although, he was GOOD.

betania went twice.

as the evening progressed,

the kiev came out.  with shoestring potatoes.  traditional.

oh, did i mention there was vodka?

the moral of our tale?

i have no moral.  evenings like this are just wonderful randomness.

especially if the mongol hordes accompany you.