So i planned and planned and plotted and planned some things to do today. We began with a deliciously carby breakfast full of syrup and other fine sugars, which we had to fight 50 middle schoolers for, most of whom had dazed looks on their faces. At the end of our gorging, we realized they were a Christian choir as they serenaded us with some song about having faith in God as we made our way back to the hotel room.

We swam for an hour or so in the courtyard pool, where Tuesday met a friend from Scotland, and I increased the redness of my tan by a few shades. After a quickie stop for some great grub at Trader Joes, I promptly spilled cucumber cream all over my pants and we drove an hour and a half to LA.

We kicked off the party on Hollywood, checking out the walk of fame starz. We observed some folks getting ready for the premiere of Magic Mike XXL and stuck our feet into casts of famed actors including Chewbacca and Robin Williams. We were impressed by many outrageous characters, like a Times Square on crack, and lots of bearded barefoot middle aged men talking to themselves, or shouting at invisible bugs flying in the air. I thought, boy this is really a place you can be yourself, whoever you are, and no one is gonna judge.

We continued the party in the van, as we cruised through Laurel Canyon past Joni Mitchell's house. Not sure why i wanted to go there, maybe because of this Joni quote:
Ask anyone in America where the craziest people live and they'll tell you California. Ask anyone in California where the craziest people live and they'll say Los Angeles. Ask anyone in Los Angeles where the craziest people live and they'll tell you Hollywood. Ask anyone in Hollywood where the craziest people live and they'll say Laurel Canyon. And ask anyone in Laurel Canyon where the craziest people live and they'll say Lookout Mountain. So I bought a house on Lookout Mountain. 

We climbed through the Hollywood Hills, past Fox Studio (where we cheered for Family Guy's HQ),
 then down through Beverly Hills, and down Rodeo Drive where we saw Bijan's $1.7M yellow Rolls Royce convertible. Then, onward on Sunset past Whiskey a Go Go and out to Santa Monica.

We thought we were just going for a short walk off a long pier, but it turned out to be a 10,000 step walk all around the Santa Monica Pier and Promenade. Tuesday, Oscar, and Milo delighted themselves on a roller coaster, while Cass and I hit the Scrambler. 

We polished off the night at Taco Station where a non English speaking abuela made us some yum.