My phone really doesn’t want to upload my pictures right now for some reason.
Dinner last night was at a hole-in-the-wall Japanese place which was quite tasty. David took me on a driving tour to see the sights. That was fun, especially when we hiked to a lookout to see the big Hollywood sign. An evening well-spent, and I wish it could have gone on for longer. To be honest, though, when I got back to the hostel I went to sleep almost right away, so a longer evening might have been spent struggling to keep my eyes open.
This morning I took my map when I went jogging. Yesterday I didn’t because I didn’t want to get the paper sweaty, but I learned my lesson. Maps can be replaced, and this one didn’t entirely fall apart. Lunch with Evan at a burger pub called Stout. Had a lovely local blood orange amber ale. I haven’t seen that guy since about 2004 and he’s still the same lovable cynic I remember. I do hope his deadlines and his new job opportunity work out.
Went exploring and did a little shopping this afternoon. I’m not a big shopper. I usually wait until something is irreparable before buying a replacement, and there are other things I enjoy doing to kill time. Still, I like to get a few small souvenirs for family if I’m travelling somewhere new. Hollywood presents a challenge to my way of doing things. I try not to buy things that I want for other people. I try to find things that they might want. Yet the good stuff here is themed towards my interests. Is a puzzlement.* I bought something for Adam to use at the office, and a gender-bendy piece of costume jewelry for me. Had to stop myself from getting a whole dining room set of filmmaking-themed table stuff.
All you can eat spaghetti dinner tonight at the hostel. I debated whether I should go on the organized limo tour after, but they won’t be back until the wee hours of the morning and I want an early start. Also, David’s tour probably covered a lot of it and that was free and personalized. My other option was a club on Robertson Blvd but Thursday is specifically boys night. I’m sure they wouldn’t have turned me away, but the Monday event looks like more fun in any case.
I no longer have my privacy here. The dorm-style room is now full, with eight girls in total and I may be the only one who speaks English. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it does make conversation tricky. Most of them are either sitting and reading or hogging the bathroom. Tomorrow and the weekend I will have a room to myself with my own bathroom. Very much looking forward to having my space.
* I have had songs from The King And I stuck in my head for the past few days. Don’t ask me why.