One thing I'm missing out on by not being in Philly is the Flyers playoff against the Penguins. Thank God for the Internet, I was at least able to listen to it online. In the meantime, I was google searching for any local sports bar that may have the game on. After the Penguins scored the first goal, that immediately eliminated my motivation to watch the game. Flyers lost 4 to 1. Enough about Philly.
Chelsea came over and we decided to take a trip back down to Hollywood Blvd. We left Flitz's apt and ventured to the train station. Now I hear from everyone that LA transit sucks. I didn't think it was so bad, but then again, I really didn't need to travel far. Hollywood and Highland was only two train stops away. The first thing I thought was weird was after I bought my train ticket, a one-way paper ticket costing only $1.25, there was nothing I had to put the ticket in nor anyone who collected them. We simply just walked down to the platform and got on the train. It's as if we could have got on for free. Flitz later told me that, they randomly screen people on the train and if you don't have a ticket, they slap you with a $250 fine.
We surfaced from the metro and started making our walk down Hollywood Blvd. No more than maybe 2 minutes of walking, a rapper/DJ/street hustler tried to sell me his CD. The people out here are persistent. I declined and thought it was over. Until about ten minutes later, he spotted me again. He started his whole bit but I interrupted and reminded him that we already went through this. His reply, "Oh yeah, you look like that guy I spoke to already." Then he proceeded to make more attempts of selling his CD. After about 5 minutes and 3 photos taken of he and Chelsea (by request of this rapper/DJ/street hustler), he finally walked away. Cant blame him for trying though.
We got to stop and see the Grauman's Chinese Theatre. It was pretty cool seeing it up close. It looked like something out of a fantasy set. On the plot were all the hand and foot prints of the stars. This was interesting for about 2 minutes. What was also fun too see were the role players. There was Jack Sparrow (again), Edward Scissor Hands, Catwoman, Stewart from Family Guy, Charlie Chaplin, and some Evil Fire Guy. His costume was pretty awesome actually, and a little freaky. He would take pictures with tourists and let out this shrieking laugh.
We continued our walk down Hollywood Blvd, experiencing the transformation of glam and glitz to a dirty and littered street. It's funny seeing the stars with stains and trash over them. We traveled west for a few blocks and then looped around. On our way back, Chelsea spotted the Johnny Depp star. If you don't know, she's obsessed.
We continued walking and came across Queen's star. Probably only the greatest band to ever live. We continued east. We stopped at Pinkberry, which is an ice cream place with a unique sweet ice cream. Ive been to one in Manhattan. That is as about as interesting this story gets.
After Hollywood Blvd, we went to visit my friend Nick. Nick is a fellow film-maker, and responsible for the production company Sweaty Robot and the film Happy Birthday Harris Malden. If you haven't seen it, check it out! http://www.sweatyrobot.com/
It was really nice seeing Nick and catching up. He's humorous, cynical, and genuine. He shared stories of Hollywood and the BS that goes along with being here. I was always skeptic about this place, and he reassured me. It was, however, entertaining.
Oh Hollywood! Located in the city of angels... not too far from Hell on earth. Gotta love this place.
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