Wendy's Excellent Canadian Adventure

I've taken to keeping my camera in my purse so I can capture these little bits-o-Hollywood for you... unfortunately, two of the pics I took yesterday didn't turn out so I'll have to try again (alas, my little HP camera is somewhat less than state-of-the-art, and is tres sensitive). Anyway, until I can get it right, I'll tell you about my photo ops yesterday -- first off, from the front steps of my gym (Bally's in Hollywood - natch), I have a stellar view of the Capitol Records building, mere blocks away (I can also see the Hollywood sign if I lean out over the parking deck). I know for a fact there are a few of you out there who will enjoy that little tidbit (mad props to my CMU homies). On my way to work from the gym, I go down Sunset Blvd., past the Arclight Dome, Amoeba Music (again, one for the WMHW folk -- the most rockin' music store I've ever encountered), and Hollywood High School... I make my way to Santa Monica Blvd through West Hollywood (heyyyy -- shout out to my Ansley Park boyz) to Beverly Hills, which is part of the original Route 66. Such an eventful drive, and I'm still not bored with it.

Ok, enough of my Hollywood virtual tour -- I've got celebrity dish for you. I know, it's about time, eh?! Thursday brought out Pete Sampras (again lol) - who almost ran me over on the way out the front door. I'll take it. ;) For you "90210" fans, Mr. Ian (that's eye-an, if you please) Ziering came in for dinner. The coup-de-grace of the evening, however, was one Russell Hitchcock. Yes, you heard me, the blonder half of Air Supply. No, I'm not leading you on - would I lie to you about a star of this magnitude? I may be all out of love, and so lost without you, but I wouldn't tease about this! LOLOLOLOL Seriously, our GM was going batshit over this guy -- the magnitude of stardom that passes through our doors on a daily basis, and he's going nutty over Air Supply (and don't play like you don't sing along when "Lost in Love" comes on that radio station you play in the car when nobody else is with you). The one thing I've learned about celebrity in a town chock full of it is this: you can get immune to seeing "celebrities" day in and day out... you can treat it as a game, or just another interesting facet of living in Hollywierd... but one day, you'll see someone who has done something that made an impression on you at one time (made a movie you loved, sang a song that moved you, fueled your fantasies), and you'll have an organic reaction. A true, from-the-gut reaction you won't be able to stop -- even if it's a little embarrassing... Case in point -- I become a jiggly, wobbly, screechy little 13-year-old when in the presence of either Rick Springfield or Darryl Hall. Couldn't help it if I tried. So as much as I'm enjoying bashing my dear GM for his Air Supply weakness, I have to admit I understand.

It's a beautiful day here in SoCal -- wish I could hit the beach, but alas, it's back to work for me. Gotta get some more Blog fodder!!

;) Namaste