This Sunday, Eddie and I were up early and wanted to do something before it got scorching hot. So we went to the Hollywood Farmer's Market.
Like most places, once a week (in Hollywood it is on Sundays), they close a few streets and set up a little Farmers Market. I got a great Burrito for Breakfast. Ed got 3 frozen tamales (this lady makes the best tamales in the world!). We also got Chinese Brocoli (hard to find in the stores), avacados, white peachs, pistachios, dates and a bunch of fresh flowers. So far, so normal.
But the Hollywood Market is just SO Hollywood.
First, you see the occasional commerical / support actor, with his family (never Actresses - I don't know why).
You see a lot of yuppies with new strollers - as Hollywood is the hip place to live.
You see a lot of gay couples with sleaveless shirts. You see, a few years ago they would be shirtless and single. But now they are a couple, and have a little belly. So the sleaveless shirts still let them show their muscles, but hide their fat (I wore one myself - so I don't make too much fun).
Then there were a few sets of goths. Made up in 90 degree heat in full black and fishnets. I think they were on the way out of a club and stumbled through.
Speaking of clubs, some let out very late. So the early shoppers and the late partiers are both in line for Mexican or Jamaican food at the same time. The partiers tend to smell a little more.
Then there is some 6 foot tall drink of water on 7 inch pumps, in bright pink mini-skirt and crop top asking for a dollar for the trans-gender outreach house. I am not sure if this is a real hospice, or just this boy's way to make a living. The funny thing is that the kids thinks she is really pretty and ask for dollars to give her. Parents find it easier to give up the buck than explain the whole trans-gender thang.
So do I.
It is really quite an enjoyable morning - you just have to take it all in stride.