Our stop in Los Angeles was brief. Basically, we took a couple of pictures in front of the Hollywood sign. I was okay with that though. While fame and fortune may be big motivators for a lot of western travelers, I don’t really care about that stuff. Would it have been pretty cool to see a celebrity? Sure. Was it something I deemed necessary to search for that day? Absolutely not.
No matter how brief our stop was, you can’t help but think about celebrities when you’re at their watering hole.
When I was little (and we’re talking like five here), I wanted to be a famous singer. I was so sure that I was going to be a star that I once packed up my bags and sat on the porch, trying to figure out which way I needed to go to get to Chicago so I could get on a plane for Hollywood. I had a microphone that would clap and cheer, just for me (and anyone else who pushed that particular button). While I hate to say it, those were just the dreams of a child who, in reality, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
My not wanting to stay long in Los Angeles wasn’t because I am bitter that my dream never came true. I’m happy that I don’t have to get mobbed by the paparazzi whenever I go to the grocery store and that my face isn’t on a bunch of magazines. I like my life as an English major in Illinois. But, it is nice to fantasize about what it would be like. I’ll just save my concerts for the three other people in the car. I’m sure they appreciate it.
You loved that microphone! You ROCKED Ice, Ice Baby...and the knock-knock jokes..had them rolling in the aisle. Orange you glad I didn't say Banana?
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