.... When you Say "Baby, let's just run away" (part two)
This afternoon, we went on the great trek to downtown L.A.
It's a scary place, home of some of the scuzziest, most frightening, and cheaply dressed people (term used loosely) out there. But it's also home of the Mann's Chinese Theater - the place I deemed fitting enough to enjoy my twentieth anniversary of life at.
Here's the birthday cake that my Rachael made for me. :)
After devouring that cake we were on our way to the City of Angels.... and Buffys.....yeah, I know. Me = Fag.
I couldn't leave without getting a shot of this one. Yeah, I know. BUT IT'S STAR WARS!! OMG!!!1111
Mann, oh Mann, what a night.. ;)
Shortly after taking that picture, Rachael was accosted by a man dressed up as Zorro and she insisted that having my camera out was the only sure way of indicating that we were most definately tourists and therefore, most definately going to die.
I didn't understand, but it was so much akin to that scene in Back to the Future where Marty Mcfly is looking for a ride into town when an old man pulls over and his wife yells "DON'T STOP OR WE'LL ALL DIIEEEE!!!" - so, being the old man I am I decided to go along with it.
So, with that, I bid adieu to the city of Angels for now. We waded through the sea of Asian and Mexican tourists, found our car, swallowed our pride at the fifteen dollar parking fee and headed back home. That's about it. The pizza is on it's way, the movie has been picked and me and my lady are about ready to settle in for a long winter summer's nap.
Oh, and by the way, I got turned down for a co-writing job on a Focus Films movie today. Awww shucks.
Take care ya'll. Take care.
It's a scary place, home of some of the scuzziest, most frightening, and cheaply dressed people (term used loosely) out there. But it's also home of the Mann's Chinese Theater - the place I deemed fitting enough to enjoy my twentieth anniversary of life at.
Here's the birthday cake that my Rachael made for me. :)
After devouring that cake we were on our way to the City of Angels.... and Buffys.....yeah, I know. Me = Fag.
I couldn't leave without getting a shot of this one. Yeah, I know. BUT IT'S STAR WARS!! OMG!!!1111
Mann, oh Mann, what a night.. ;)
Shortly after taking that picture, Rachael was accosted by a man dressed up as Zorro and she insisted that having my camera out was the only sure way of indicating that we were most definately tourists and therefore, most definately going to die.
I didn't understand, but it was so much akin to that scene in Back to the Future where Marty Mcfly is looking for a ride into town when an old man pulls over and his wife yells "DON'T STOP OR WE'LL ALL DIIEEEE!!!" - so, being the old man I am I decided to go along with it.
So, with that, I bid adieu to the city of Angels for now. We waded through the sea of Asian and Mexican tourists, found our car, swallowed our pride at the fifteen dollar parking fee and headed back home. That's about it. The pizza is on it's way, the movie has been picked and me and my lady are about ready to settle in for a long winter summer's nap.
Oh, and by the way, I got turned down for a co-writing job on a Focus Films movie today. Awww shucks.
Take care ya'll. Take care.