Here’s a post I never thought I’d do…I’m going for traffic, obviously not tone. Forgive me when it’s all over.
So anyway, at the end of these LA conferences we are always given a day to relax, sightsee, and generally become the tourists we are.
There are always options. This year there was golf, symphony, Santa Monica or Paris Hilton.
Okay, I made the last bit up. What happened was that a group of us that chose to traipse around Santa Monica pier stumbled upon the Socialite filming her new movie, with the oh so clever title, ’The Hottie and the Nottie.’ Just like it says on her chair. How tedious…
(…but hold on Steve, don’t cast that stone. After all, remember, after the security guard told you where you could stand, you, like any unabashed paparazzo, were snapping pictures at every "sighting.")
Okay, anyway, after an interminable amount of time and hairspray, Ms. Hilton popped up and pranced (Left: Yes, she actually did prance.) to a carnival-like set under a great black screen.
Then, in the company of a midget dressed as a mime and a girl that resembled Oz’s Dorothy, she did all of 20 seconds of dialogue before the requisite, "cut."
Do you suppose there’s a chance this one may go direct-to-DVD?
From there, we unwound by riding the 84 year old Santa Monica pier carousel. The same carousel where Paul Newman and Robert Redford perpetrated their "Sting."
But in my estimation, on the bizarre-barometer, Venice Beach still registered below the "primping of Paris." Careful.
I did find something redeeming about Ms. Hilton. Last fall, as reported on the Daily Dish, Ms. Hilton thrilled a homeless man in Hollywood when she handed him a $100 bill.
Apparently, the cheeky panhandler raced up to the wannabe singer’s/actress’ car as she was leaving a McDonald’s and asked her for $100.
Bystanders heard him drop his price to just $1, but, with cameras from TMZ.com focused on her, Hilton decided she was feeling generous. She reached into her bag and handed him a crumpled $100 bill…and posed for a picture.
As someone involved in fundraising for the homeless, LA certainly holds the most promise for a guilt-induced giving campaign.
Bless you for sullying yourself and allowing me to purge. (smiley face here)
It’s good to back in snowy Edmonton.