Hollywood - City of Glitter, Stars and STDs
After hours on a plane (and I don't remember the flight because I was knocked out on valium), I'm in Hollywood, in a "bargain motel" near the corner of Hollywood Bl. and Western Ave. Priceline had a deal I couldnt pass up. It's a bit small here, I keep thinking I see insects crawling around on the floor and up my leg (but it's probably just the meds kicking in), and there's strange noises going on in the next room. The bed is lumpy, and I have to share a bathroom. I'll probably catch some vile disease before my Hollywood vacation is over.
I used to babysit for Hilary Swank. And, for some reason.. why, I can't imagine... I was her favorite babysitter. She says I inspired her to get into acting, because we used to put on little plays together in her living room, for the family. So, to make a long story short (and to spare you the gory details of why I could no longer be her babysitter), she invited me to attend the Oscars with her and her husband.
I'm dreading having to sit for 4+ hours, however. The hemorrhoids will most surely act up, and I will be in severe pain. But, Hilary is counting on me.
I have until Sunday to find proper clothes. Thanks to my scoliosis, it's extremely difficult to find clothes that fit me right.
Shoes will be a problem as well. I have a bad case of gout. Just about any kind of pressure on my toe is painful. Even bed sheets!
Speaking of the bed, why do I keep hearing squeaking mattress springs next door?? I imagine it's because the guests brought some kids and they're jumping on the bed?? I hate kids. And they must be driving their poor parents crazy, as I hear them moaning. In a minute, I am going to knock on the wall and tell them all to shut up.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have plenty to report to you sunday night later, when I get back to the motel. That is, if my laptop hasnt been stolen by then.
There's a real nice, very well dressed man on the street corner. He goes by the name Willy Divine. He wears alot of jewelry, and I worry about him standing there all night on the corner. Maybe he's lonely. I think I will go talk to him for a bit, warn him about the possibility of being mugged. Maybe he'd have coffee with me and go see a movie. I see some interesting movie theatres up and down this block, showing films I've never even heard of. "The Secret Adventures of Pinocchio" sounds delightful! It must be the sequel to the movie I saw as a child.
More Later. The moaning, banging and squeaking sounds from next door must be stopped now! My migrane is returning.
I used to babysit for Hilary Swank. And, for some reason.. why, I can't imagine... I was her favorite babysitter. She says I inspired her to get into acting, because we used to put on little plays together in her living room, for the family. So, to make a long story short (and to spare you the gory details of why I could no longer be her babysitter), she invited me to attend the Oscars with her and her husband.
I'm dreading having to sit for 4+ hours, however. The hemorrhoids will most surely act up, and I will be in severe pain. But, Hilary is counting on me.
I have until Sunday to find proper clothes. Thanks to my scoliosis, it's extremely difficult to find clothes that fit me right.
Shoes will be a problem as well. I have a bad case of gout. Just about any kind of pressure on my toe is painful. Even bed sheets!
Speaking of the bed, why do I keep hearing squeaking mattress springs next door?? I imagine it's because the guests brought some kids and they're jumping on the bed?? I hate kids. And they must be driving their poor parents crazy, as I hear them moaning. In a minute, I am going to knock on the wall and tell them all to shut up.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have plenty to report to you sunday night later, when I get back to the motel. That is, if my laptop hasnt been stolen by then.
There's a real nice, very well dressed man on the street corner. He goes by the name Willy Divine. He wears alot of jewelry, and I worry about him standing there all night on the corner. Maybe he's lonely. I think I will go talk to him for a bit, warn him about the possibility of being mugged. Maybe he'd have coffee with me and go see a movie. I see some interesting movie theatres up and down this block, showing films I've never even heard of. "The Secret Adventures of Pinocchio" sounds delightful! It must be the sequel to the movie I saw as a child.
More Later. The moaning, banging and squeaking sounds from next door must be stopped now! My migrane is returning.
posted by Debbie Downer at 8:23 AM
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