So Sunday was my birthday. The big 2-6! We'll talk about that tragedy later. For now, I want to tell you that Toby = best boyfriend ever. My day consisted of breakfast with friends, going on a Starline tour around Hollywood, the promise of a wetsuit to be purchased later this week, and drinks at a bar to watch the Emmys (since we don't have television).

Let's focus on the tour for a second. There are Starline vans and buses constantly roaming the streets of Hollywood and the greater Los Angeles area, full of tourists with cameras hoping to see celebrities. I've always wanted to go on one of these tours - not for the celebrity aspect, necessarily, but because I love playing tour guide when anyone comes to visit us (which is pretty often), and so much of the tour takes place right around where we live, so I've wanted to learn some fun stories and tidbits to share. I should mention that Toby is completely grossed out by any Hollywood touristy activities, so the fact that he gave me this tour as a birthday present - and bought himself a ticket to come along - speaks loads to the kind of stand up gentleman he is.

The majority of the tour consisted of creepin' on stars' homes. Both Toby and I felt kind of icky by the time the tour was over, because constantly stopping in front of peoples' private places of residence makes a person feel more than a little bit like a stalker, but we learned some fun facts and neither of us had to drive, which was nice. My favorite part of the tour was when the van driver showed us where Lindsay Lohan crashed her Mercedes into the hedges earlier this year, in Beverly Hills. Oh LiLo.

Most of the "homes" we ended up seeing were actually hedges, gates, or roofs, which I found to be pretty humorous. People make a big deal out of where celebrities live, but at the end of the day, they're just homes. Gorgeous, million-dollar homes, to be sure, but one earthquake, and...

Anyway, I took some sketchy creepin' photos, and I am going to share them with you. But I'm not going to tell you which house is whose, because you know what? It doesn't matter (also, I don't remember). By not knowing, each house is just another building, and the people who live in it are just people. Remember that. Just houses. Just people. 


Ten minutes on a Starline tour of Hollywood and Toby's already asleep. 












Ten seconds in front of Halle Berry's house, and Toby's already asleep. 




















Starline also gave us free passes to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in Hollywood. It was cool, but cuh-ree-pay. Especially Hannibal Lecter.

Ten minutes sitting next to Clint Eastwood, and Toby's already asleep. GET IT? GET IT?
*shudder*

Ten minutes on a bench with Tom Hanks, and Toby's already asleep. 

So romantic. 
Tiger Woods, keepin' it classy. 

People always say my dad looks like Bruce Willis (he's been stopped in airports  by fans before),
so I had to get my picture taken with this guy. 

And with that, I turned 26. Happy Wednesday!