so we touch down in LA at 10.30am, we line up for customs and i get moved to the express aisle while van is stuck with all of tanzania in her line. i clear customs in like 5 minutes, and im standing at the baggage carousel watching the same suitcases go round and round and round and starting to get nervous cos my bag is nowhere to be seen and then i hear “attention passengers from air new zealand flight 706, miss angela sk sk-o sk-o-t-ich please come to baggage services”- yep...the motherf**kers lost my bag! apparently it was left in auckland – which i thought was just fucking fantastic, although i was more relieved than angry cos i didn't have to drag that heavy ass bag around for a while and the little old man from air nz was so cute and he promised me it'd get dropped at the hotel tonight. (yeah fucking right)
We cab it to our hostel, which is a madass retro style melrose place set up on hollywood boulevard. it was so gold (actually it was bright blue). went for a walk down hollywood boulevard and that ended up turning into a very random night/day.We ate gold $2 hotdogs on Hollywood boulevard for lunch and discovered that america's lemonade is actuallly just lemon cordial and tastes like shit. We got tickets to the guiness world records museum, ripleys believe it or not, and the wax museum. the wax museum was shit, couldnt pose with any of the celebrities proery or anything like that so it was gay. but at ripleys, there was a two headed goat - keen dejan?
After the museums finally ended we jumped on this hollywood homes tours in this crazy convertible van thing but whatever- that's not as exciting as us going to LC's house!!! oh my god!!! i was so excited i start yelling at the top of my voice “LLLAAUUUURREEEENNNNNN! are you home?? can i be your friend? please please please let me in! is brody there? i heard Lo moved out? good – she was like toxic poison- bad for you!” anyway, saw a whole bunch of other random stars houses like christina aguilera (old osbournes house), sharon stone, al pacino, perez hilton etc. Sadly, the bus driver wouldn't take us to Steve Sanders house or to Kelly Taylors – he's changed.
Its like 6pm by the time we finished the tour and it was freaking freezing in this topless bus and im sitting there wrapped in some septic blanket that was covering the seats on the bus, it was kinda gross but necessary...like a big fat fart.
We were walking down hollywood boulevard and we stopped at Starbucks for a cocoa – i would hve much rathered a Latte – but seriously, the coffee in america? it's shit! as in so bad i wouldn't even give it to ya mum' dog or whatever! it's like dirty dish water times a freakin million! how hard is it to make good coffee? apparently very. okay where were we? oh yes – starbucks. so we're at starbucks and some random black dude starts talking to us about general shit like what we're doing in LA and blah blah blah. when we told him we quit our jobs to come traveling, he goes “ddaaaayyyuuuummmm. dat's some rock star shit right there y'all”. hahah indeed. so it turns out he's ice cubes manager and ice cube was doing a performance at jimmy kimmel live that night, so invites us to go along. so we do, and we meet ice cube, and he's freaking cool man!!! hhahaha i love it! one day in to the trip, and clebrity buddy count is already at 1! beautiful! after jimmy finished we exit through the carpark only to stumble across some random carpark concert for the band keane – never heard of them, but according to van, apparently they're cool, (yep..so's ya mum).
Once all that finished we headed back towards the hostel aand stop at La Cantina for dinner. Now for those of you obsessed with the hills, you should now what that is, for those who aren't – you're forgiven and for those of you who do watch and still don't know – you're not cool anymore. La Cantina is this awesome mexican restaurant that the hills crew always go to .... especially spencer and heidi. the food was awesome man – fajitas ans a 2 litre jug of margaritas..for $35 bucks! could life be any greater? well actually yes it could for me, i went there in the hope that i would see speidi and i could throw a taco at spencers head and his floating diamonds and throw a fajita plate at heidis face an d watch the plastic melt. game on moles. hahahah
Anyway the day ended with us heading bck to the hostel, but not before im stopped by some random black dude wheeling a nanna shopping trolley who screams at me ..”DAAAMMN GIRL, I KNOW YOU DONT RECOGNISE ME COS I GOT ME SOME CLOTHES ON, BUT WHY YOU NEVER CALLED ME? HOW YOU BEEN GIRL” hahah cracky much?
just to make sure we had all of LA covered – we made a stop at 7 eleven for some alcohol! where we discovered that america sells coronas in like a big ass 1 litre long neck size...and for $3! (um...i'll take 3 please) seriously – how freaking awesome! and in seven eleven! gawgeous! Needless to say,, we got blind and the drunk dialling started. hahahah enjoying it kids?!
Anyways...thats LA- in a nutshell (or um...an essay like this is. whatever.)
Love you all long time
Ange
xo
PS – Van nearly necked me in LA, because everytime a white ute went past, i screamed out “SSTTTEEEEPPPHHHEEEENNNNN?” (just like kristen did when she was whining on Laguna) and then if there was no response to that, i would scream out “TTTTAAAAALLLLLLLLAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN”.
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