Star Struck.
Okay, so I'm not usually big on anything to do with Hollywood. I dislike rag mags, most celebs' Twitter comments, and the ridiculous amounts of money circulating the industry, which I feel could really help change lives if people bought fewer designer shoes and handbags and didn't feel like they had to live in mansions. That said, I was star struck. I spent half of the walk down Hollywood Boulevard with my nose down, looking for my favorite artists. After running through water at an outdoor mall and trying to take pictures of the Hollywood sign, I got overly excited at the Chinese Theatre because they had R2D2 & C3PO's prints: - Nerd Alert! - After we saw the Walk of Fame, we headed back towards Santa Monica Blvd., where I ate my first crepe: Then we waited as patiently as possible for the Troubadour to open its doors: Maybe it sounds crazy, but it was my 7th time seeing Matt Costa in concert, and he is still my favorite