After a long day of running around doing assistant work, yes that is another one of my jobs, it was time to get ready. Date night had arrived! Oh happy day, oh joyous day, ...oh what's that bad smell???
Oh it's Sinatra and he smells like pee. Again. Ok, FIRST I will give the dog a bath in my kitchen sink and THEN I'll get ready. Done...Gosh, there's a lot of fur on the floor.... ok swiffer real quick and then, boom shower. Ooh... Man vs. Food is on... love that show. All right, if I watch it until 6, then I have about 45 minutes to get ready. I'm kinda like a guy aren't I when it comes to getting ready. But it works, for me I guess. Took a shower, did a little round brushing for volume... put on the token little black dress covered with puppy fur, my gold mineral eye shadow, and the pair of peek toe high heels that I vow to throw away after this date night, seeing as how my second toe is gonna fall off if I keep wearing them. Now it's just time to wait and since I'm already covered in puppy fur, I'll go ahead and sit on the couch and wait for BF to get home.
Now my BF has a weird relationship with jeans and t-shirts. If he could go on for the rest of his life wearing an old, oil-stained pair of jeans and a t shirt that said something along the lines of "Addicted to planes and partying," he would. He hates dressing up. As soon as he gets home from his paralegal job, he immediately goes to the bedroom to change out of his khakis and polo. So tonight, I'm crossing my fingers that he will try to dress up a little with me so I don't look like "that girl" that totally overdresses for everything. He gets home, gives me the traditional kiss, and starts to head to the bedroom and I randomly yell out, "little black dress!"......he knows what that means. We make a compromise that he wears his NICEST pair of jeans and a black polo. Gotta love him. And gotta love the fact that we went to the outlet mall before moving to LA where I got him to go wardrobe shopping and buy those jeans. :)
So we head out and date night begins. Thank goodness we left by 7 (movie at Egyptian starts at 7:30), because the traffic up Highland was atrocious and we still had to park at the Hollywood/Highland lot and then walk a few blocks to get to the theatre. Going slow though does give you a chance to check out the interesting business names.. Like this one: Yammy Pizza, fresh smoothies and espresso.... um am I not getting it?
It was busy busy busy as usual on Highland. Lots of tourists, lots of annoying guys trying to get you to go on a bus tour as you walk by, and LOTS of people waiting in a big line at the Egyptian....something big was definitely going on. Thanks to Fandango. and their paper bag characters, we just had to wait in the will call line where a lady came up to us to ask how we heard about the event. I just told her that I randomly came up with the idea to come here for a classic date night, no idea what event she was talking about. I was really curious as to what was in store. We rush inside, wait in the world's slowest concession line for a large popcorn because doggon it, it was date night and I was going to stuff my mouth with about 75% of the bag....if it's a special event the calories don't count right?
We made our way up to the balcony where we sat next to a couple guys in the center. I asked them if this was a big to-do tonight and why there were so many people out. He said that the star of the movie was going to be there for a Q and A after the first movie... well we were seeing Bell Book and Candle so that would mean... Kim Novak! The gorgeous star from the 50's and 60's! Haa haa classic Hollywood: done.
It was so surreal to sit in that gorgeous, historic theatre and watch a movie with some of the biggest stars of yesterday. My eyes were wide, my mouth was chomping on the best movie popcorn I've ever had, my man was sitting next to me, I felt like I was in a deleted scene from Grease. Each time a name came up in the opening credits, Kim Novak, James Stewart, Jack Lemmon, we all applauded and paid tribute to some of the most iconic figures of the mid century. I personally got really excited because I recognized Aunt Queenie as the nanny that quits at the beginning of Mary Poppins....I love that movie.
There was an energy in the room; a deep respect for the pure art and the simple enjoyment that films create for people from all walks of life. And I don't know if it was because of the setting, or the fact that we all knew that Kim Novak was there watching it with us, but it was the funniest of all the silly comedies that I've seen from that era. I actually laughed out loud and I took it for what it was and really enjoyed myself. (I tend to put on my "actor" hat when watching movies and think of everything from that perspective instead of just being a normal person watching a movie) Even BF was giggling the whole time. The only thing I would have changed was the amount of water I gulped down before leaving the apartment! Talk about an hour of discomfort. I would have gotten up to use the ladies room, but there is absolutely no room between rows of chairs to squeeze through at the Egyptian. There's no way I would have avoided crushing peoples' toes with my heels. So I waited until the end... as soon as the theatre lights came up I stood straight up and practically ran downstairs to the restroom... Ahh that's better.
When I got back in, they were still announcing Ms. Novak and up she walked through the theatre to a standing ovation and flashing cameras. She looked fabulous and I believe that Wikipedia, the ultimate wise one, claims that she's 77 years old! Doesn't look it at all. Her distiguished husky voice had lowered over the years, but the sound of sophistication hadn't. Both BF and I got the sense that it had been a long time since she had been in front of a lot of people and spoken about herself. She talked about feeling like the odd one out of Hollywood at the time when she went to gatherings where she met Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe and the like. She hadn't even planned on being an actor, her rise to fame came from modeling and and it came oh so fast. Columbia put her under contract, under the dictatorship of Harry Cohn, where it seems she received more criticism than praise. She was definitely being honest, but she wasn't exactly at ease when she talked about the hardships that Hollywood dealt her at times. And it was sad to think about all of her wonderful counterparts, Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Stewart that were no longer here. She's somewhat alone in that aspect. Oddly enough, she explained how her decision to retire from Hollywood came from the death of the sharp tongued Harry Cohn. No one knew what to do. Scripts were being given to the wrong people, not even good scripts. And so she married a vertrinarian in the 70's and they moved up north where she rediscovered her love of painting and raising animals. She was a pearl, incredibly charming and it was a real treat to to listen to her stories of this amazing period of film. Perfect for this classic Hollywood date.
We would have stayed for the second film, but it was already 10:30 and both BF and I were craving Mel's diner. We hurried out of the theatre and made our way back down Hollywood towards Highland. Of course what would a classic night in Hollywood be without seeing a bunch of Scientologists telling people to hold two metal handles, an e-meter I belive it's called, and talk about their childhood in front of one of L.Ron Hubbard buildings. Of course that's a whole different blog entry in itself, another time I think. We head into Mel's and were somewhat surprised at how calm it was on this Friday night. But more so, I was intoxicated with the decor of the 50's diner and the photos from Grease and American Graffiti. So cute. And I was super excited to see a little jukebox at our table. It immediately made me think of a diner my parents used to take us to, can't remember the name, where my sister and I would fight about what songs to play.
I already knew what I wanted.... Vanilla diet coke (I can't bring myself to drink regular Coca Cola, sorry guys), a cheeseburger, and onion rings. And after placing our order with the shaggy haired guy that looked like he had smoked three joints ten minutes prior, I asked the BF to get me quarters for the jukebox. I mean, you can't go to the diner and not play music on the jukebox. I played That'll Be the Day by Buddy Holly, Love is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia (where I played the scene from Dirty Dancing in my head), These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding, and Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra.
Side note: Apparently Mel's has really great deals for Happy Hour. Something like $2.50 for well drinks? For serious? Now that sounds like some Iowa folk set up the specials at Mel's. Those are the kind of prices mama likes to hear about. Has anyone been to it? Is it good?
The food was good and simple diner food. Yummy and juicy cheeseburger and thick and crispy onion rings with ketchup. Now, according to BF, I'm really weird because I eat my onion rings with ketchup. He thinks normal people eat onion rings with ranch. Well yeah, I like ranch, but I don't associate onion rings with ranch. Even as I type, he is standing by his belief that my family is totally weird for eating onion rings with ketchup. What do you guys think? I told him that ketchup was around long before ranch.... I don't really know that as a fact but it seems to make sense. I would love your input and vote: Which came first, ketchup or ranch? What do you eat or associate onion rings with? Please leave your comment below. :)
So we scarfed our food, paid and then spent the next 20 minutes trying to figure out how to get down to the Hollywood/Highland parking lot. You can walk up the stairs and exit out of side doors but you can't get back in that way and I still don't know where the elevetor that goes to all parking levels is. I would love your input on that as well.
And so the classic Hollywood evening was coming to a close. Our bellies were full and our eyelids were heavy. We got home to a puppy who thought he was gonna be let out, but we were pooped. It was bed time. Besides, the next day was Saturday, which for us is a work day....so goes the life in the city of angels.
Questions? Comments? (clean please, don't make me delete anything y'all) I would love your feedback!
Love on angels.
Now my BF has a weird relationship with jeans and t-shirts. If he could go on for the rest of his life wearing an old, oil-stained pair of jeans and a t shirt that said something along the lines of "Addicted to planes and partying," he would. He hates dressing up. As soon as he gets home from his paralegal job, he immediately goes to the bedroom to change out of his khakis and polo. So tonight, I'm crossing my fingers that he will try to dress up a little with me so I don't look like "that girl" that totally overdresses for everything. He gets home, gives me the traditional kiss, and starts to head to the bedroom and I randomly yell out, "little black dress!"......he knows what that means. We make a compromise that he wears his NICEST pair of jeans and a black polo. Gotta love him. And gotta love the fact that we went to the outlet mall before moving to LA where I got him to go wardrobe shopping and buy those jeans. :)
So we head out and date night begins. Thank goodness we left by 7 (movie at Egyptian starts at 7:30), because the traffic up Highland was atrocious and we still had to park at the Hollywood/Highland lot and then walk a few blocks to get to the theatre. Going slow though does give you a chance to check out the interesting business names.. Like this one: Yammy Pizza, fresh smoothies and espresso.... um am I not getting it?
It was busy busy busy as usual on Highland. Lots of tourists, lots of annoying guys trying to get you to go on a bus tour as you walk by, and LOTS of people waiting in a big line at the Egyptian....something big was definitely going on. Thanks to Fandango. and their paper bag characters, we just had to wait in the will call line where a lady came up to us to ask how we heard about the event. I just told her that I randomly came up with the idea to come here for a classic date night, no idea what event she was talking about. I was really curious as to what was in store. We rush inside, wait in the world's slowest concession line for a large popcorn because doggon it, it was date night and I was going to stuff my mouth with about 75% of the bag....if it's a special event the calories don't count right?
We made our way up to the balcony where we sat next to a couple guys in the center. I asked them if this was a big to-do tonight and why there were so many people out. He said that the star of the movie was going to be there for a Q and A after the first movie... well we were seeing Bell Book and Candle so that would mean... Kim Novak! The gorgeous star from the 50's and 60's! Haa haa classic Hollywood: done.
It was so surreal to sit in that gorgeous, historic theatre and watch a movie with some of the biggest stars of yesterday. My eyes were wide, my mouth was chomping on the best movie popcorn I've ever had, my man was sitting next to me, I felt like I was in a deleted scene from Grease. Each time a name came up in the opening credits, Kim Novak, James Stewart, Jack Lemmon, we all applauded and paid tribute to some of the most iconic figures of the mid century. I personally got really excited because I recognized Aunt Queenie as the nanny that quits at the beginning of Mary Poppins....I love that movie.
There was an energy in the room; a deep respect for the pure art and the simple enjoyment that films create for people from all walks of life. And I don't know if it was because of the setting, or the fact that we all knew that Kim Novak was there watching it with us, but it was the funniest of all the silly comedies that I've seen from that era. I actually laughed out loud and I took it for what it was and really enjoyed myself. (I tend to put on my "actor" hat when watching movies and think of everything from that perspective instead of just being a normal person watching a movie) Even BF was giggling the whole time. The only thing I would have changed was the amount of water I gulped down before leaving the apartment! Talk about an hour of discomfort. I would have gotten up to use the ladies room, but there is absolutely no room between rows of chairs to squeeze through at the Egyptian. There's no way I would have avoided crushing peoples' toes with my heels. So I waited until the end... as soon as the theatre lights came up I stood straight up and practically ran downstairs to the restroom... Ahh that's better.
When I got back in, they were still announcing Ms. Novak and up she walked through the theatre to a standing ovation and flashing cameras. She looked fabulous and I believe that Wikipedia, the ultimate wise one, claims that she's 77 years old! Doesn't look it at all. Her distiguished husky voice had lowered over the years, but the sound of sophistication hadn't. Both BF and I got the sense that it had been a long time since she had been in front of a lot of people and spoken about herself. She talked about feeling like the odd one out of Hollywood at the time when she went to gatherings where she met Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe and the like. She hadn't even planned on being an actor, her rise to fame came from modeling and and it came oh so fast. Columbia put her under contract, under the dictatorship of Harry Cohn, where it seems she received more criticism than praise. She was definitely being honest, but she wasn't exactly at ease when she talked about the hardships that Hollywood dealt her at times. And it was sad to think about all of her wonderful counterparts, Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Stewart that were no longer here. She's somewhat alone in that aspect. Oddly enough, she explained how her decision to retire from Hollywood came from the death of the sharp tongued Harry Cohn. No one knew what to do. Scripts were being given to the wrong people, not even good scripts. And so she married a vertrinarian in the 70's and they moved up north where she rediscovered her love of painting and raising animals. She was a pearl, incredibly charming and it was a real treat to to listen to her stories of this amazing period of film. Perfect for this classic Hollywood date.
We would have stayed for the second film, but it was already 10:30 and both BF and I were craving Mel's diner. We hurried out of the theatre and made our way back down Hollywood towards Highland. Of course what would a classic night in Hollywood be without seeing a bunch of Scientologists telling people to hold two metal handles, an e-meter I belive it's called, and talk about their childhood in front of one of L.Ron Hubbard buildings. Of course that's a whole different blog entry in itself, another time I think. We head into Mel's and were somewhat surprised at how calm it was on this Friday night. But more so, I was intoxicated with the decor of the 50's diner and the photos from Grease and American Graffiti. So cute. And I was super excited to see a little jukebox at our table. It immediately made me think of a diner my parents used to take us to, can't remember the name, where my sister and I would fight about what songs to play.
I already knew what I wanted.... Vanilla diet coke (I can't bring myself to drink regular Coca Cola, sorry guys), a cheeseburger, and onion rings. And after placing our order with the shaggy haired guy that looked like he had smoked three joints ten minutes prior, I asked the BF to get me quarters for the jukebox. I mean, you can't go to the diner and not play music on the jukebox. I played That'll Be the Day by Buddy Holly, Love is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia (where I played the scene from Dirty Dancing in my head), These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding, and Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra.
Side note: Apparently Mel's has really great deals for Happy Hour. Something like $2.50 for well drinks? For serious? Now that sounds like some Iowa folk set up the specials at Mel's. Those are the kind of prices mama likes to hear about. Has anyone been to it? Is it good?
The food was good and simple diner food. Yummy and juicy cheeseburger and thick and crispy onion rings with ketchup. Now, according to BF, I'm really weird because I eat my onion rings with ketchup. He thinks normal people eat onion rings with ranch. Well yeah, I like ranch, but I don't associate onion rings with ranch. Even as I type, he is standing by his belief that my family is totally weird for eating onion rings with ketchup. What do you guys think? I told him that ketchup was around long before ranch.... I don't really know that as a fact but it seems to make sense. I would love your input and vote: Which came first, ketchup or ranch? What do you eat or associate onion rings with? Please leave your comment below. :)
So we scarfed our food, paid and then spent the next 20 minutes trying to figure out how to get down to the Hollywood/Highland parking lot. You can walk up the stairs and exit out of side doors but you can't get back in that way and I still don't know where the elevetor that goes to all parking levels is. I would love your input on that as well.
And so the classic Hollywood evening was coming to a close. Our bellies were full and our eyelids were heavy. We got home to a puppy who thought he was gonna be let out, but we were pooped. It was bed time. Besides, the next day was Saturday, which for us is a work day....so goes the life in the city of angels.
Questions? Comments? (clean please, don't make me delete anything y'all) I would love your feedback!
Love on angels.
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