Don't ask me why we booked a hotel in Glendale, California. It's not close to anything Hollywood. Parking, Internet access, and mini bar cost extra. And if you're not in town to see the Rose Bowl Parade, the place is pretty sleepy.
The girls and I walked around a nearby outdoor shopping plaza. Dug the outdoor chandelier hanging over the street on a string. Loved the gold gilded statute in the middle of the fountain park. There was a break in the smog that day. Could actually see over the mountains into La La Land which was pretty amazing. Street car conductor didn't want his picture taken, so he ducked right when I aimed the camera. Didn't have enough battery power to get more shots, so the photograph with the sunset at the end of the video is from a beach in Europe. In a fix, improvise, I always say.
Lots of trendy shops and people claiming to scout for models. Yeah, the girls got the come on to fly to New York for hair and makeup. Could be legit....probably not. I've seen this play before, but we shall see, we shall see.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Crashing L.A. Traffic and MTV Movie Awards
A Baltimorean on their first visit to L.A. in twenty years is like a bird trying to stretch its wings in a 2 by 4. Don't remember how to get anywhere (should have ordered a GPS with the rental), people are less friendly, and traffic is a mother effer.
Seriously, going nine miles from place A to place Z can take two hours on a bad stretch. Tried to get from Venice Beach to Pico and Robertson just the other and sat in a jam for a full hour. Move a block, red light. Another block, red light. Did the traffic engineers out here go on strike too?
The scene outside House of Blues
Last night, my friend Gene Feldman and I, basically hung out on Sunset doing absolutely nothing. Oh, we stopped to have a drink in a heated outdoor cafe, and Gene ran into his cousin who was hastily making his way to the House of Blues, but other than some crazy guy yelling into his cell phone about a detached member in a getaway car, and some drunk floozy literally bumping into Gene, asking if she could use my camera to take our picture, the night was very low key.
And fun. Gene is a riot.
Sunset Boulevard near Comedy Factory
Trying to score tickets to the MTV Movie Awards tonight, but the leftovers cost a fortune. May just settle for a spot in the bleachers to watch the stars roll in. That is, if we can beat the traffic to arrive there on time.
Seriously, going nine miles from place A to place Z can take two hours on a bad stretch. Tried to get from Venice Beach to Pico and Robertson just the other and sat in a jam for a full hour. Move a block, red light. Another block, red light. Did the traffic engineers out here go on strike too?
The scene outside House of Blues
Last night, my friend Gene Feldman and I, basically hung out on Sunset doing absolutely nothing. Oh, we stopped to have a drink in a heated outdoor cafe, and Gene ran into his cousin who was hastily making his way to the House of Blues, but other than some crazy guy yelling into his cell phone about a detached member in a getaway car, and some drunk floozy literally bumping into Gene, asking if she could use my camera to take our picture, the night was very low key.
And fun. Gene is a riot.
Sunset Boulevard near Comedy Factory
Trying to score tickets to the MTV Movie Awards tonight, but the leftovers cost a fortune. May just settle for a spot in the bleachers to watch the stars roll in. That is, if we can beat the traffic to arrive there on time.
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