A new year has begun and people have an age old tradition of making promises for the new year. My promises are simple. “keep it real, foshizzle”. Christmas was great and the food was great. Actually, the food was awesome and the amount of joy I feel on christmas day is equivalent with the amount of food on my plate, and there was alot of food on my plate.
New years eve was different though. We ate at a persian restaurant called Shamshir and it was a good start of the day. We decided to spend the last minutes of the year on top of a hill, gazing down on the world and watching the world gaze back on us with awe, envy and lust. We also had a great spot for enjoying the fireworks. Unfortunately, we later found out that fireworks were illegal so the skies were empty. That is not the part of the night that went wrong though. Instead of spending the last moments of the year laughing and smiling, we did something entirely different.
The clock struck 12.00 and where were we? On the bottom of the cliff, being questioned by a police officer. Apparently, it was illegal to go up that cliff at that hour so we got caught. The last minutes were spent being told to sit on a rock with your hands as he put it “Where I can see them”. I found the whole situation amusing because i’ve never gone through something like that before and we were basically questioned for disobeying a “stay of the lawn” sign.
I actually had fun and I know that I will remember that experience for ever and ever, because when people ask me how I spent my new years eve, I can say that I spent it with a cop, in Los Angeles. Now that’s an experience!
Now this is how you spend the holidays! We went sightseeing around Hollywood and I saw several things that i’ve only seen on TV. For instance, The Hollywood sign, the street with all the stars on the ground. (I took a cool picture of Godzillas star). Chinese theater, and lot’s of random stores. The streets were filled with streetperformers and people dressed in costumes just asking for money in the manner of the the character they were portraying. My personal favourite was the person from pirates of the caribbean. I walked past him twice and he remembered me the second time. I knew this because the first time he said “Give me your coins”, the second time he said “Give me your coins again”. So I gave him my coins. We also went on top of the mountain so we could get a good view of the place. Los Angeles is truly a beautiful place, especially when seen from above.
This picture is taken in a shopping centre next to Hollywood Blwd and it was truly a sight to see.
The first thing we did when we woke up our first day was eat at a place called Carls Jr Jr’s. It was a hamburger spot on sunset avenue, also known as Kalle’s by my lovely friends. I quote Samuel L Jackson when I say “This is a tasty burger”. (If you name the origin of this quote, you get a gold star.) It was really big and juicy and I have never tasted anything better burger-wise. I got the Combo menu which includes a medium soda, but I promise you. There was nothing medium about it! I don’t even want to know what their extra large looks like. No wonder people in america are overweight, it is the damn sodas.
All right! I have finally arrived at my destination! I am as we speak, in California, enjoying life to the fullest! But before I go to the fun, “happy go lucky” part. I must go through what happened at the airport.
As you may have noticed before, I am not blond. It’s true! My hair is as dark as as a black hole and that’s the way I like it. Unfortunately, the Americans tend to disagree. As I landed in the states, I had to go through a check point where they ask you a few questions before they let you in. ( They also take your fingerprints and picture).
First question. “What business do you have in the states?”
– I am here to visit my friends.
Second question. “How long are you going to stay?”
– I am going to stay for a month.
This is the part where he looks at my passport and notices my birthplace, totally ignoring the fact that I a Swedish citizen.
Third question. “Where is, Esfahan?”
At this point, I knew I was screwed but I stayed relaxed and answered that it was a town in Iran. This is the part it gets interesting. The guy pauses for a second and looks at my passport . Probably, staring at my name with fear and paranoia. He then picks up the phone and calls for an escort to a place called the red room. After that person comes, he takes my pass and ticket and puts them in a red folder, then hands it to the guard whom was even bigger than me and the escorting begins. I would not mind this at all, if I did not have a second flight to Los Angeles that left in 2 hours, which I really did not want to miss. But I did, so I was getting annoyed.
After I got into the red room, filled with foreign people that barely knew the language. (No racial profiling my ass). I had to sit and wait for my turn for nearly an hour. When my turn was up, they asked me one stupid question after another. Here are just a few of the ones I had to answer.
– Where I was from.
– What I studied.
– Why I studied.
– My reasons for coming to the states.
– Who are my friends?
and now, this is the part it gets stupid.
– Do I have any terrorist connections?
– Who are my friends? what do they do? why did they come? can you write their names down? How long are they going to stay? What school are they in? Where do they live? My friends are also Persian so that is why he wanted to know all this.
– Why did you come to the states and not another place?
– Which other countries have you visited the last five years?
– Have you been in the middle east recently?
They also went through my suitcase and wallet, asking what my cards in my wallet were.
This went on and on and on. When they finally released me, two hours had nearly passed and I missed my flight. So I had to take another flight, which they paid for which was good, but came several hours later, which was bad. Since I know that people will ask me this, I’ll just say it straight away. I was shaved, held a book and a computer bag, and was dressed in a nice white shirt with a black vest, so I did not really look like I was about to blow stuff up. A few other things happened that caught my eye but I need to go out and see the sights. If you still wish to know, I will just tell you in person.
I must say, Los angeles truly is a beautiful place to be in, if you have the money for it. The weather is warm and sunny and I can actually go out in a T-shirt. I know! It’s insane! Next time, i’ll tell you about my first impressions of this place. Which are actually quite positive!
Californication my friends, Californication.
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It is time! The long awaited day has finally arrived. I am actually going to visit my friends in California and it is something I am really looking forward to. Who wouldn’t? Great friends and great weather. Now what more could a man ask for? Besides ridiculous sums of money and immortality. (It is a workin’ progress, i’ll solve the puzzle soon).
I really couldn’t care less whether a random super-star celebrity crossed my path, but if Adam and Jamie from mythbusters are on the other side of the street, you can bet your sweet behind that I will be jumping on moving cars and screaming like a monkey tumbling down a very tall cliff.
This is part of my to do-list.
1. Visit Wall-mart. I need to see what all the fuzz is about and I want to be greeted by a Wall-mart greeter.
2. Visit KFC, Starbucks, Dunkin donuts and the cheesecake factory.
3. Repeat 1 and 2.
4. Become my alter-ego Mr. Random! If you feel like doing it, do it!
Yes, life sure can be sweet sometimes.