Alright then.
Yesterday, the fambam and I took a trip to Hollywood. More specifically, Griffith Park Observatory, Walk of Fame, other random parts and some of Beverly Hills.
So. The observatory was actually really cool. [Except when they told me I couldn't bring my Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha inside, so I had to throw it AWAY! D: ]
They had this amazing theater where they gave us a little presentation of the stars and space.
Super informative, but it's cool 'cause their seats make you lie down kinda. And they have this circular projector in the middle of the theater, and it projects onto the dome-shaped ceiling.
The rest of the observatory was alright. I liked their displays. They're interactive! :D
Anyways... after that we went to the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I was so amazed when I got there... it's embarrassing. Haha.
Well... yeah. I didn't know people dressed up for money there.
Best ones were Bumblebee, Michael Jackson, Pirates of the Caribbean.
They go all out. You can tell they deserve their money.
The fails: Korean Bruce Lee with red marker scratches on his chest, Catwomen [yes, women] with man voices and Mr. Incredible.
So. Mr. Incredible is supposed to be this fat ass, balding white man.
The one that gave me a high five, grabbed my hand, asked me where I was from, pulled me into his armpit and told my dad to take a picture of us was this skinny, Italian-looking man, with a pretty okay head of hair.
Get the eff off of me.
Right so. Story about Michael Jackson.
There's a line for pictures right?
So... this out of town girl with a crazy insane lisp [don't want to hate on anyone with a lisp, but i'm sorry. the girl herself was bizarre] sees MJ and is like, "Oh my goodness! Iths Michael Jackson! Leth's take a pitcthure. I'm thooo exthited!" So she walks up to him, while he's taking a picture with someone else mind you, and asks him if she and her friends can get a picture with him. I'm like... "Helloo, lady. I don't know where you're from, but here in California, we wait our turn in line." Well... I wish I said that to her. I just kinda glared at the back of her head while Michael Jackson told her she needed to wait as he took my two bucks because BOOYAH! My turn with MJ. When we talked to me... I heard a faint... hispanic accent? Very interesting.
**EDIT
Like you told me to.
