yes, i'm stealing this intro from my boy Tupac, but he definitely knew what he was talking about...i'm now hooked on LA.
now, i'm not going to pretend that there isn't a huge influx of douchery in certain parts of the city....cause there is - see 90210, the new class.
yet, any place where it's 25 degrees and sunny in January is ok by me.
so, for all you economy class heroes, looking to fire it up big playa styles in lala land, look no further than these few tips:
*scour your way through expedia, priceline etc. for the best deals you can find. cross reference hotels on trip advisor & US magazine.
result> Hotel Roosevelt in Hollywood, playa.
oh, did I mention who we shared an elevator with - ms. i kissed a girl, katy perry.
*priceline yourself a phat ride and hope that Hertz hooks you up...
result> Nissan 350z, playa.
oh, did I mention who we rolled up on in Malibu..., mr. hills himself, Justin Bobby...(who?)
*treat yourself to some awesome sushi at Nobu, or even better Katsuya...
result> black cod miso, playa.
oh did i mention who was there, none other than mr. hair himself, Chad from Million Dollar Listing.
*you want some behind the scenes action? get yourself on a closed set for a live show taping.
result> hangin' with the Newman's in Genoa City, playa...(Y&R, if you don't watch soaps).
oh did i mention we hung out with a bunch of soap actors?? (crickets...)
alas, the dream trip couldn't last forever.
we're back in the great white (fkn cold) north again.
just waiting for that big break to bring me back to the 323...
there's always the porn fluffer route, playa...
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