We made it through the infamous bumper-to-bumper traffic to get to our friend's house in the late afternoon on Friday. Lizzie and Matt live in Hollywood, so our first activity was to head up the hill and hike to get some better views.
Despite some haziness, you could see a great deal of the city, from the Griffith Observatory over to Santa Monica. Plus, how cool is it that they have this great hiking area basically in their backyard? My awe must be a midwest thing... it's not often we even see a big hill out here, let alone mountains!
That night (after multiple G&Ts / glasses of wine) we chowed down on some most tasty regional Mexican cuisine at Loteria Grill on Hollywood Blvd. Tacos, guacamole, micheladas... and beef tongue. As usual, J. fulfilled his organ meat fantasies by choosing the the most offal thing on the menu. He proclaimed it delicious and described it as tasting like short ribs. I'll take his word for it.
He also spent some time ogling some Lucha Libre poster in the men's room. That's Josh.
Afterwards, out front, this happened:
In case you're confused (I know I am) this is Pat Morita's (aka Mr. Miyagi of Karate Kid fame) star on the walk of fame. Josh is, understandably, doing his impression of Ralph's Machio's "crane" move at the end of the first movie. I, on the other hand, appear to be preparing to give the sidewalk a fierce spanking. How this relates to karate is unclear.
We tried to get on the roof of the new W hotel afterwards, but being unwilling to stand in line, settled for a picture of these neat-o lights outside the lobby:
before stumbling into La Poubelle for a (probably unnecessary at this point!) night cap.