Lights, camera, promises to make you famous.
I’ve always loved strolling down Hollywood’s Walk of Fame, with all the people holding pamphlets asking if you’d like to be an extra in a movie, audition for a potentially big role or see where famous people live.
I’d like to say I’m not drawn into the whole celebrity-spotting thing myself, but I admit I saw a few celebrities and immediately adopted the role of ‘Undercover Agent Must-Get-A-Photo’. Yes, I know, where’s my cool? To be fair though, I didn’t go after them, they came to me – well, in a shared-the-same-physical-space-as-me sort of way. Because I’m so terrible at remembering names though, at one point I referred to someone as ‘JUST SHOOT ME!’ and another as ‘SEX IN THE CITY!’ Isn’t it awful when you’re not even a fan of a show but you get excited when you see people from it?
Celebrities aside, I’ll tell you what’s impressive about LA: the roads. SEVEN. LANES? SEVEN LANES? I’m only talking about lanes going in one direction by the way. On one of my trips in infamous LA traffic, I found myself on a freeway that spanned 14 lanes in total during one stretch. I think that’s the size of my suburb at home. No joke.
LA is always an interesting place to visit, a place filled with too many talented people and too few movies/shows/songs for them to share. On the upside though, I’m not one of those people so my visit is purely for the theme parks.
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