Burbank??

BURBANK, CA

When ever I tell people who are originally from California that my best friend lives in Burbank the following question is always "WHY"? Why? Hell I don't know. Why are you an idiot? Why did you move from California to Utah. These are all questions that have no answers. Excecpt for why your an idiot. That is obvious. Friday night the 12th I boarded one of Skywest's pop cans with wings and was on my way to Burbank. After 90 minutes in the friendly skies I was in Burbank. The home of "The Price is Right". Home of America's smallest airport. I did see Sinbad at the baggage claim though. Do you think that maybe your not a big shot in Hollywood if you get your own baggage? Andy's wife had been planning a surprise birthday party for him for about two months and I decided to go out. Friday night was the big party at "Mockkneck Jims" who lives in North Hollywood. So most of the people there were in someway involved or aspiring to be involved with the entertainment industry. We ended up leaving Mockneck's house at about 2:30 which was 3:30 for me. The last time I stayed up that late was probably five years ago when Lez and I were dating. My usual tuck in is about 10-10:30. Saturday we got up and went snowboarding at Mountain High which is pretty much the areas only resort. So being that it was Saturday the place had a few million people packed into a resort about half the size of Sundance. Andy and I still had a good time making fun of people and watching people wreck and slide halfway down the hill on the sno....I mean ice. After a small two day drive home we went out to Barney's Beanery. A hip little restaurant in Hollywood. I love to say hip. The food was great and the people we went with were a blast. All except for one of their friends who also goes by the name of Andy. Andy might have pissed me off earlier when he snapped at Bell. Andy and Melissa's little girl who is six. Six year olds are crazy. Pure energy. I know. I have nieces and nephews. So this jerkass just can't handle that Bell wants to show him a picture in a photo album that is a few pages further than where he is at. Of course it would have been to hard to appease the six year old and look at the picture then go back to where you were previously and take up you picture looking once more. So ballbag snaps at her that he is looking at the book and will get there when he is ready. Okay now I hate you. So I may have ingnored him a bit after that. It made my night better. The next day (Sunday) we spent doing nothing but watching reality shows on MTV and making fun of people from New York. I flew home Sunday. If you have never been through Burbank Airport I highly recommend it. Make sure you pay attention though because you might step right over it and miss it comletely. Did I mention that it is small. It is always nice to see my friends, since we might only get to see them once a year sometimes. As for why they live in Burbank, you guessed it, Andy works in the entertainment industry and why did he move there. Well probably because it's hard to get into that industry in Utah unless you count selling living scriptures at a mall kiosk working in the entertainment industry. Close, but not the same. Thanks for having me out guys. Hopefully we will see you soon.

Oh, I almost forgot the highlight of my trip. I saw a guy in some hole of town almost fall of the roof of a restaurant. Talk about getting my hopes up without delivering. Thanks for nothing.