So Ashley won't
let me slide on the Hollywood Boulevard Thing.
Drat, drat, damn. I
console myself slightly that by doing this, it looks like I have plans,
it looks like I have a life. If
Ethan calls, I'm not gonna be there because I have plans and therefore a
Ash has lived
in L.A. for two years now and has never walked up and down Hollywood
Boulevard. Sure, she's gone
to the Chinese, the El Capitan, the Egyptian, but she's never walked up
and down and seen all the shops and looked at every single star on the
Walk Of Fame.
insists that we buy disposable cameras and water bottles.
I draw the line at knee high white socks and sneakers. Managed to persuade her that sunglasses would suffice instead
of visors. She
takes her bets very seriously.
insists on starting right at Hollywood and La Brea, and I have
to admit, there's a lot of stuff you just don't see unless
you're walking very very slowly.
Like the four statues of Mae West, Dolores Del Rio,
Dorothy Dandridge, and Anna May Wong.
And there's a place selling pizza every five stores.
And there's a bone thin wacked-out girl in stringy hair
who mutters to herself and gets in the first car that slows down
next to her. "A
real live prostitute! I'm
so excited!" Ash
shoulda stopped her. Asked
her what the rates are these days.
I SO want to know."
and walk and walk and do the obligatory oohs and aahs in front
of the Chinese. Wonder
why Alive Faye's feet and hands are still there.