Alright, here’s my memoirs on Los Angeles. In retrospect, it’s a weird place. A lot of the people there are hill people who live in the sides of hills despite the fact that it is prone to earthquakes and mudslides. That to me is insanity. They bitch that their houses get destroyed by mudslides but they live on the side of mountains because it has a nice view. I say tough shit next time you lose your house. But my thoughts don’t matter. So lets see what happened. I got there at like 12:30 AM Friday morning and promptly got lost because my directions failed to mention 2 whole streets. I woke up Friday morning and we went to the NBC studio tour and saw the Days of Our Lives, Telemundo and the Tonight Show studios. It was neat. After that, we went to the La Brea Tar Pits because they’re pretty famous. It coulda been cooler. It looked more like dirty water than tar. Then we went to the “famous” Farmer’s Market. It was by this market at The Grove where I finally found my new sandals. After that, we rested a bit, then hit up the Hollywood sign from the side of the mountain where the aforementioned hill people live. On the way back down, we visited the less famous, but pretty crazy, Garden of Oz, which you need a key to get in to, but my father’s friend had one so we got in. It’s the kind of place where they lure you in to kill you, however we visited in the middle of the day so it was just neat. I’ll remember this place for a long time. After that, we went to the Norton Simon Museum of Art. It was certainly not my choice, but I went anyway. Art stinks. Picasso frickin painted a sock puppet seahorse on canvas, called it “Head of a Woman” and is famous. By the way, “Head of a Woman” is my new favorite painting. After that, we drove through Pasadena, ate dinner at a trendy Italian restaurant which was good, and went home.
On Saturday, we woke up and went to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It’s kinda something you have to see. It’s not as impressive as it should be though. There are celebrity stars and then celebrity handprints at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre From there we drove to Dodger Stadium to watch the Phillies get supremely spanked 8-2. Luckily the Phils split the 4 game series. While we were there, I was trying to find some good beer and Kristin saw a bunch of security guards. I didn’t care about security because I was thirsty. Turns out, Jessica Alba was at the game. If I woulda known it was her, I would have at least stopped for a peak. You can say that was a dumb move, I regret it a bit, but it could easily have been someone like Ben Affleck and then I woulda been pissed he slowed me down. Anyway, after the game we ate at the famous Canter’s Deli which was no Katz’s but it was comparable to some Philly delicatessens. That’s pretty much it. After dinner we toured the hill people’s neighborhood’s to get some good views, and drove down the Sunset Strip to see the famous clubs like the Roxy, the Whiskey and the Comedy Club. Then we hit up a Sunset Strip Starbucks because now I can say I had coffee from a Sunset Strip Starbucks.
The next morning we came home. We stopped in Barstow to eat at Panda Express, drove by the “it should be famous” Zyzyx Road and made it home in one piece.
What I’m listening to: Silence