Los Angeles

J-Unit visited last weekend. I wanted to go on the movie star's home tour. I understand that the general consensus is that stuff like this is cheesy. Well, I can't really refute that. But...instead of you having to fork over $32 to go on the tour, I'm going to post some of the pics from the tour. The ones I don't put up on here are simply the result of us not having the intellectual capacity or foresight to write down the names of all the celebrity homes we snapped pics of.
Reese Witherspoon's house (although I am Asian, and like to take pictures, I am not good at it. This is not one of those instances where practice makes perfect. In my defense, however, the bus was moving...)

Paris Hilton's house

Dr. Phil's house. Isn't this house gorgeous? Dr. Phil owns this house. Here's what he did with his career (follow these steps and maybe one day you too will own a nice ass mansion)
1) Have disciplinary sanctions imposed on you for unethical and inappropriate behavior by the Board of Examiners of Psychologists.
2) Fail to complete conditions imposed by said Board, and not have a license to practice psychology.
3) Enter the weight-loss business with the "Shape Up" brand that does not stimulate weight loss.
4) Pull said weight loss products off the market so the FTC does not further investigate in your shananigans.
5) Engage in the "Britney Spears intervention"

Simon Cowell's mansion in progress.

We also went to Catalina since I've never been. The island is absolutely gorgeous. Look at all the yachts. J-Unit is going to own one one day. We decided that she would work on getting a yacht and I'd work on getting mansion. Ask me in 10 years how far I've progressed on this dream--it'll be amazing feat if I can keep the same address for more than a year...

We took a tour of the Casino. Back then a casino was a social gathering place. Imagine my initial disappointment when I realized there would be no blackjack, slots, or craps. Nonetheless, the Casino is an awesome place.

This is the theater. There's a ton of amazing facts about the theater. Sadly, I don't remember any of them. Oh-the gold stars on the ceiling are actually real gold-not gold colored paint. Also, this is the only place in the world with its original organ (bottom right). Did that make sense? Probably not. Moving on...

This is one of the walls of the theaters. Although it is incredibly beautiful, sitting in the theater, I felt like I was in hell it was so red. Instead of frightening me, though, I just fell asleep in the middle of the presentation.

I have a bunch more pictures (I am, afterall, Asian), but I am tired and no longer want to upload pics, so they'll have to come out at a later date. I do, however, want to address something that happened last night that absolutely pissed me off and reminded me how asinine and uncaring some people can be.

I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night (it was hilarious and I highly recommend it-there are even schlong shots for those interested...) and sat in the row above the handicapped section. The handicap section is not really a section, per say, but one seat marked handicap, and four seats next to it. Those four seats were taken. Before the movie starts, a girl in crutches approaches with her friend and an usher. The usher asks the guy (I will call him Douche Bag, or DB, for short) to move so the girl and her friend can sit there. DB and his friends get up, but don't want to move. Their reason? Only that one particular seat was marked handicap, the other four weren't, so they shouldn't have to move. Oh fabulous. Are you shitting me?

I realize that there probably weren't four empty seats available together anywhere else in the theater, but I don't understand why DB was such a DB and the four of them couldn't split up into twos, and just have two people move. So the girl in crutches sat there and her friend had to sit somewhere else. What an absolute ass. We would have moved, but we were five and six seats into our row, and there was no way she would have made it to our seats with crutches. So while I'm not one to wish ill on others, I sincerely hope DB breaks his leg, pulls a tendon, gets blessed with five ingrown toenails simulanteously-anything to put him in crutches, and then waltz into a situation where others don't give a damn about his condition.