- "You're Going to Hollywood": Old glamour and American Idol aside, Hollywood (specifically, Hollywood Boulevard) is a cesspool of fanny packs, jean shorts and bad hair cuts. Yes, Mann's Chinese Theater is cool (Frank Sinatra had small feet, while Dean Martin's footprints were larger than expected), but the sightings were mostly a big waste of time. I was especially disappointed in the "celebrity" and "superhero" impersonators: it looked like these costumes had been dug out of a trash bin behind a failed children's pizza establishment. Here is a list of the celebrities we saw impersonated: Lucille Ball, Spiderman (at least two), Batman (at least three), the Joker (Heath Ledger's version, although he was posing with a grey Batman, so it was clearly a much earlier batman; I'm not sure about the continuity here), some naked dude with cobras (not an impersonator but the only impressive thing I saw), Barney (the kid's character, but his suit was so faded it was almost brown), the Tin Man, Darth Vader, Yoda (note: if you are 5'6", you are about three feet too tall to impersonate Yoda, and some stripper that was probably supposed to be Marilyn Monroe. (Non sequitur: I think "glamor" should be spelled "glamour," especially when referring to old glamour.)
- Um, I'm not sure. I actually enjoyed the rest of the weekend: getting lost in the Hollywood Hills, driving through Brentwood, buying and then using a pretty funny Star Map, visiting the Santa Monica Farmers Market, checking out a gallery opening in Silver Lake, and hanging out with my little sister.
Written while listening to: Sirius Left of Center, MGMT, Beck's "Soul of a Man"
