Step Up 2….The Steps
I’ve been out of town for awhile–a post-Oscar getaway (more on that soon)–and it’s so nice to get back to the steps. The steps are one of my absolute favorite things about LA, even when I run into unfriendly, rather arrogant celebrities there like Owen Wilson and John Mayer. Owen used to come a lot before his reported suicide attempt, and he’s looking good, poor guy. Not a nice vibe, though. No one there really cares about any tabloid fodder in their midst, and the only thing that bothers me is people who spit, drip sweat on me or chatter on their cell phones. Oh, and the entitled freaks who let their dogs run unleashed because….they’re special. Luckily these constitute a tiny, tiny minority. But there are a couple of chicks who spit. What is up with that? Too much testosterone? And there was one disgusting wench who used to blow her nose into her T-shirt. This is why I keep a bottle of anti-bac in the center console for immediate usage. Sometimes you just have to touch the rails…
