Once again, Soccer Sunday had arrived. I made the effort to wake up despite not getting in until gone 2 this morning, only to spend forever trying to find an online stream for the game. It was being shown in Pasadena this weekend, but I couldn't be arsed to get out of bed. Glad I watched it though. Very good game, despite Spurs being on the back foot for the entire second half.

Had a bit more of a sleep before getting up for lunch. I realised I had no food so had to get up and out to buy some. I was debating a Denny's, but Novel beckoned me in. It was pretty busy due to it being NFL Sunday.

After doing a bit of food shopping and becoming increasingly bored with browsing the internet looking at pointless crap, I chose to go up to Hollywood and see what was going on. I was heading towards Madame Tussauds, and noticed that there were paparazzi gathered around the Graumanns Theatre. It's the AFI (American Film institute) festival this week, so presumed someone half-famous was there. I couldn't see who though. The waxworks in Madame Tussauds were extremely well made. There were a couple I didn't recognise, mainly because they're American TV personality type people. It was great that it was pretty dead too, as it gave me a better chance to get closer to the models, and see the kind of detail that had been sculpted. For me, it wasn't just to stand next to a replica of a celebrity like most tourists do, but I probably had the same emotion of "Wow, that really looks like the person it's meant to look like".

Having taken a ton of snaps (including one of myself with Shatner for the second time in just over a year), I headed home. Only I would have done, had I not been drawn to a bar with some lovely looking owls.* Bit frantic inside, but I think that was largely due to the football being on… still. Now I headed home, after a quick one in the Five-0-Four bar… and another swift one with Harry below the Gaylord.

I'd had to get the subway back to the Gaylord, and realised that tube-Americans are a bit strange. One old woman told me she liked my leg tattoos (not sure why), another homeless guy asked for two dollars for a burger (that's twice that's happened now), subsequently telling me to enjoy the rest of my evening and to take care, and then some brat of a child was repeatedly banging a tambour, also begging. This is an incredibly dull instrument. He didn't get anything off me.

*This means Hooters