I flew out to Burbank last night for an early morning appointment today. I’ve never been to Burbank, so the experience has been unique. I have been to California many times, but never this far south I guess. Anyway, a couple of things that have happened have been journalworthy, so I’ll write about them here.

I got to the counter at the Burbank Hilton and they gave me my room key – a 200-dollars-a-night king on the seventh floor. Yeah, that’s right. Two hundred dollars. Yawn. I’m not terribly impressed. The bed was nice, but the room was warm and smelled like fresh possum ass. It didn’t look all posh like I’d expected. I mean come on. It’s a Hilton. Anyway, when I got out of the elevator to go to my room, I didn’t pass Paris Hilton in the hallway.

I did, however, see another celebrity. As I was walking down the hall to get some ice, I ran through a pretty good crowd of people standing in the hall. One of them was on the phone, talking and laughing. I walked by and she looked up. “Hey, Ash. How’s it going?” I said as I walked by. She smiled and said in a terribly friendly voice, “Hiiii!” and waved, then continued talking on the phone. I almost didn’t recognize her though because she’s put a bunch of blonde in her hair. I guess she’s trying to look like big sis.

I don’t know, I’m not usually into blondes myself. I usually like the brunettes, but Jessica just has it all over Ashlee. Ashlee does have nice boobs though – I will definitely vouch for that, though I’d never noticed before last night. Even still, it’s amazing someone so wealthy can afford to rent out just about a whole floor for her entourage, but can’t afford a bra to go under that little t-shirt. As I passed back by her she waved again, and I think she caught me staring at them. What can I say? They move when she waves. Meh. It was pretty cool how friendly she was though, as if she knows me. I bet Jessica is stuck up.

So I got back to the room and set my alarm clock and hit the sack. Two hours later, it went off. I hit my 0700 appointment and finished that up, then called Andy, a pal of mine who lives in Burbank. 0800 he picks me up and within half an hour we’re tearing off up Hollywood Way with the top down, towards – well, towards Hollywood.

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Celebrity Report:

Jennifer Aniston – At the Grove
Paz Vega – On the plane
Ashlee Simpson – At the Hilton

I photographed Jennifer, spoke to Ashlee, and almost hit Paz with my bag. But three celebrities in about a twelve-hour period is pretty good. I’m surprised I didn’t see any male ones though. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention to the men.