The Pacific Design Center is kind of like the dentist's office. You know you'll be thankful you went, but you can't help but put it off.
A giant, mall-like structure with amazing displays and shops for interior designers, it's considered a mecca of style and substance. If the shops had names, they'd be named My House is Nicer Than Yours and You Can't Afford This. Plus it's like the Smithsonian - a parking nightmare where you put aside an entire afternoon to barely scratch the surface. But since I happened to be there for a party at Wolfgang Puck'sSpectra, I figured, "What the hell?"
I slipped into the hallway, kicked off my party heels and stepped into some walking shoes. Then I spent the late night roaming the empty halls to marvel at the sights and work off Mr. Puck's crazy Asian fusion business.