Monday, August 27, 2007
John Ritter Mural
They just finished painting a big mural of John Ritter on the side of Hollywood High School. It looks great!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Hollywood Tourism
This lady is out at Hollywood and Vine almost every day passing out fliers for tours and such. She's always in her Sunday best. I'm not really sure what motivates her, it probably pays crap. But she's nice, I talked to her a few times. At least she's better than the Tony Alamo religious freaks constantly waving newsletters in your face. They are annoying. I have to get a picture of those guys soon.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Communal smoking
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Hal Fishman, 1931-2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Feed "The Birds"
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Box Suite at the Staples Center
I was so excited to be invited for an evening in a box suite at the Staples Center to watch a basketball game. Those are the private areas above the regular seating designed as miniature living rooms, with a kitchenette, lounge furniture, and plush stadium seating for about 18 people. There are also two bar areas on either side with bar stools so you can sit and have a place to put down a plate of food while you watch the game. Each suite also has it's own television and dvd unit if the game isn't holding your interest, and there is also a monitor to get close-ups of the basketabll court. Our host told us the suite costs $300,000 annually! I went as part of a customer appreciation night from my investment advisor at AXA, who leases the suite from Staples. It was really fun to watch a game in a luxurious environment and see how the other 1% of society lives. Thanks Mimi!!
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
A nipple, a comb, and some jazz
Last Friday I went to a gallery opening of a photography show. The live entertainment was a jazz singer, an older woman in her 70's, if not older. She walked up front and took her place, and her bare breast was so long and droopy that it was peeking out from under her shirt. Her nipple was smiling at everyone. It was hard not to laugh. Then a nice woman from the audience walked up and pulled her shirt down as the singer was not even aware. She went on with the performance and waved a comb around that she had been combing her hair with. At one point she walked right up to me and started singing in my face but I pretended to be engrossed in the program notes because I knew I was going to bust out laughing in front of everyone. Finally she went away. Too bad I couldn't get a picture of her floppy tit hanging out. That was quite a sight.
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