What’s the perfect setting for one-of-a-kind draped charmeuse dresses by my Virgil Sparks? The black dahlia’s resting place of course. When you find out where her grave is, though, it’s very anti-climactic because it’s just a plate in the ground – especially in comparison to the grandeur of the mausoleum, crypts, and millionaire’s row. It was so peaceful there, I kind of want to go back and just hang out and have a picnic. Well, now Virgil is off to New York, Kristin is leaving soon for Pennsylvania, and I’m going to be the last to go. But, I think I’ve found an apartment in Paris. woo, days go by faster, please.