Monday, October 3, 2011

Holiday With Trooper: Day 8

We extended our break from Disneyland to a second straight day. Since I kept the car, we wanted to make the best use of it and decided to drive into LA and tour Hollywood on our own. As I wrote in an earlier post, I love the freeway system, even with the threat of traffic. It’s so simple to figure out where to go!



An easy half hour drive got us right down on Sunset Boulevard. We spent $15 on a map to the Stars’ Homes and we were off. The tour guides want $200 for this! I should say that trying to take a tour of Stars’ Homes really amounts to a tour of the Stars’ Gates. You really can’t see many homes. And the accuracy of the map itself was suspect, but even the tour guides can make up shit about who lives where and their customers would never know. After about 45 minutes I started feeling more like a stalker than tourist. “Look. There’s Courtney Cox’s trash cans!”


We changed plans and headed into the hills to see the Hollywood sign. I wasn’t exactly sure how to do this, but I knew the general direction and Mrs. Trooper has a sharp pair of eyes, so in about 10 minutes we had spotted it. I figured a better view could be had from Mulholland Drive so we drove up the hill. If I had describe Mulholland Drive I would say “Twisty Turny.” Also you get a great bird’s eye view of the Hollywood Bowl that is a don’t miss.

We then went back in the Beverly Hills to see a few more homes. Spiderman Toby McGuire drinks a lot of pop, if the size of his recycling pile is any indication. Unfortunately he was the only “star” whose house we found that the kids even remotely knew. They were not the least bit impressed by seeing Carol Burnett’s home, Farrah Fawcett’s star on the Walk of Fame or even Greystone Manor, the location of “Dynasty”. Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez’s homes were not in the Beverly Hills area; maybe they should sell a few more records.

After sufficient gawking, we headed out to Santa Monica to spend the rest of the afternoon on the beach. It too is really beautiful, but quite different from Newport Beach. The coolest part was watching the people work-out on the gymnastics equipment: parallel bars, climbing ropes and rings. The guys were like monkeys, really really ripped muscly monkeys, swinging from one end of the structure to the other. The girls were even more impressive. They must be training for the road version of Cirque de Soleil, or performers at a very expensive gentlemen’s club.


Traffic was tough getting back to Anaheim, but no worse than any large Canadian city, and the HOV lane is a real godsend. A quick dinner and I was out again while the kids updated their journals. The head dojo for the karate federation I belong to is in Santa Ana, so I was going to train with the Master Sensei. He has trained many actors including Steve McQueen, Chuck Norris, Sean Connery, Arnold Schwarzenegger and everyone in the Karate Kid franchise. The session was amazing, like my dojo but on steroids. Now I know how much more I need to work on. Thank you Sensei Demura.


The next two days we are focussed on Disney and everything left on our list of events (and maybe Tower of Terror one more time).

4 comments:

Jess said...

Reading your vacation posts is REALLY making me want to go back on vacation! It sounds like a FABULOUS trip! High five for hot chicks at the beach...:)

Trooper Thorn said...

Jess: Speaking of hot chicks at the beach, if only Mrs. Trooper would let me post the pictures of her...

Anonymous said...

Now way!! But I do enjoy reading your blog of our trip xo

Trooper Thorn said...

Hmm, somebody's not very anonymous...