On August 22, 2015, a very good friend of mine from college, Marlon, who I haven't seen for almost 10 years after he moved to the US with his family, finally tied the knot. And we wouldn't let this opportunity pass us by. By "we," that is to include Thirdie, another good friend. He and Marlon go farther back, as they both went to the same high school!
So I took a day the Friday off, the 21st, to fly to California from Baltimore. It would be my first time in Cali; the last couple of times were just layovers, not even enough hours to get out of the airport. As I was taking the morning flight and arriving around noon and Thirdie flying later in the day, we decided to just meet back at LAX once the plane he is own lands on the tarmac. That gave me almost 6 hours to explore Tinseltown, 20-35 minutes from the airport by bus or cab.
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I took one of the shared vans once I got out of LAX with a general address given to the driver, "Hollywood Boulevard." When he said where exactly, I just said wherever is convenient. Two of the other customers with European accents suggested Roosevelt Hotel, where they were staying. That actually was the best location to get off the van as it was right in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard.
So finally on the Walk of Fame, stepping and walking over famous celebrities of years past and the present, looking for familiar names to take pictures of, dead or alive, and crossing the street to check for others on the other walkway. Two to three hours was more than enough time to allot with all the walking and the sightseeing, plus a quick bite in one of the commercial food chains in the area.
But more than the names of people strewn on pavements that run a mile who I would probably not rub elbows with, two other names were far more important for this trip, Marlon and Mishelle, as they joined theirs in holy matrimony.
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I took one of the shared vans once I got out of LAX with a general address given to the driver, "Hollywood Boulevard." When he said where exactly, I just said wherever is convenient. Two of the other customers with European accents suggested Roosevelt Hotel, where they were staying. That actually was the best location to get off the van as it was right in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard.
So finally on the Walk of Fame, stepping and walking over famous celebrities of years past and the present, looking for familiar names to take pictures of, dead or alive, and crossing the street to check for others on the other walkway. Two to three hours was more than enough time to allot with all the walking and the sightseeing, plus a quick bite in one of the commercial food chains in the area.
But more than the names of people strewn on pavements that run a mile who I would probably not rub elbows with, two other names were far more important for this trip, Marlon and Mishelle, as they joined theirs in holy matrimony.
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