terra non firma

I heart LA

back after a much needed and well deserved vacation in costa rica. it was beautiful, relaxing, blah blah blah. ok, so back to LA. after a somewhat rocky re-entry into "real life" on sat, C and I decided to play tourists in this town on sun, hitting a few spots he had never been to, even tho he's lived here longer than me. on yesterday's itinerary:

• griffith park - I lapped C on a short hike.
• lake hollywood - unfortunately, still closed after last winter's rain.
• hollywood forever cemetary to see joey ramone's grave - his tombstone is a lifesized statue of himself holding a guitar and epitaphs from annoying hipsters like vincent gallo. he deserves better for my boy from queens.
• la brea tar pits and lacma's sculpture garden. - we skipped the museum and just enjoyed the late afternoon sun
• skooby's - why do people wait in line for hours for pinks? better hot dogs, great fries, homemade lemonade. pinks must have a better publicist.

yes, its a lot for one afternoon. and then we topped it with an advance screening of memoirs of a geisha at the DGA with a q&a between sydney pollack and rob marshall. how's that for a name-dropping hollywood evening? (it helps to have a cousin who's a member).

so I rapidly made up for lost time in one afternoon. the movie? sort of like a geisha itself - beautiful to look at but in the end, kind of pointless. but I should mention we also caught kiss kiss bang bang and besides reigniting my back to school/weird science/less than zero era crush on robert downey jr., its also a love letter to downtown los angeles. the standard is practically the third lead, and much more svelte than val kilmer these days.

posted by marissa @ 3:02 PM