Auntie Merry Weekend

This past weekend, my Aunt Merry came to visit. We have always been really good friends but I can not remember the last time it was just me and her hanging out. She finally came to visit me for the weekend in my all grown up apartment. On Saturday we took a little trip down to the ghetto so she could see Stephen's Alma Mater, USC, and then we headed over to Westwood to visit my Alma Mater.





I promise those are not Rechenmachers with unicycles...unless they are Rechenmachers we do not know.

After UCLA we went down to the cemetery with all the celebrities in it. Farah Fawcett has been added since I was there last. That cemetery always trips me out because it is so pretty and such a contrast to the high rise buildings behind it on Wilshire. It is also so strange to see the names of so many famous people and no security. Another thing I noticed this time is what they add to their stones. The really famous people like Farah Fawcett put nothing besides thier name. Not even dates. Then there are the people who do not add dates but try to be humurous and witty even in death. For example: Rodney Dangerfield "There goes the neighborhood," Billy Wilder "I'm a writer, but then nobody's perfect." etc. And then there are those that are not that famous and are still trying to be noticed. One of the stones had a name (please forgive me whoever is under the stone, I already forgot who you are because you were really that forgettable) and underneath it "Creator, writer and director of the "Young and the Restless" and the "Bold and the Beautiful." Poor man can not even rest now. He is still trying to be someone. hmmm.... I wonder what I would put on my gravestone now if I had to choose now.....