Archive | October, 2012

Halloween: In the Spirit of Spirits

25 Oct

It’s Halloween time.  As we all know, it’s the time where people get dressed up in a variety of different costumes for a variety of different reasons and attempt to get scared out of their minds.  People get an opportunity to let loose and take on another persona for one night a year.  Oh, and girls dress slutty – there’s a slutty version of everything (please click on this link to see a slutty unicorn.)

I can do blood, guts and gore, but when it comes to people jumping out at me, I’m a huge pussy.  I’m really terrible at being scared.  It’s not even that I carry it with me after the fact.  After I leave a scary movie or event,  I’m not worried about walking through an empty parking lot in the middle of the night and I don’t have nightmares, but I do feel massively stressed out and anxious.  And listen, I feel that way so often normally that I don’t prefer to seek that out, let alone – pay money to feel that way.  No, thanks.  Really.  I will not be going to see Paranormal Activity 29, going to a Haunted Hayride, a Halloween Horror Night or the Queen Mary thing.  I prefer to enjoy Halloween for what it’s really about.  Candy.  Obviously.

So in the spirit of spirits – why not do something festive that doesn’t require actually being scared shitless.  Many deceased celebrities are buried here in our fair city.  Why not peacefully and respectfully go hang out with some famous ghosts, visit some graves, and walk with the dead?

See below for some highlights, click on the links to their websites for visiting hours, etc.


WESTWOOD VILLAGE MEMORIAL PARK – 1218 Glendon Ave., Los Angeles, CA  90024; (310) 474-1579

I think this is the real winner in the celebrity cemetery circuit.

Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962) – The whispers around town are that Hugh Hefner owns the plot next to hers so he can lay next to her for all eternity.  Pimp.

Truman Capote (1924-1984)

Natalie Wood (1938-1981)

Rodney Dangerfield (1921-2004)

Janet Leigh (1927-2004)

Dean Martin (1917-1995)

Bettie Page (1923-2008)

Mel Torme (1925-1999)

Frank Zappa (1940-1993)


FOREST LAWN – 6300 Forest Lawn Dr., Los Angeles, CA  90068; (800) 204-3131

Photo by Wildhartlivie

Bette Davis (1908-1989)

Walt Disney (1901-1966)

Sandra Dee (1942-2005)

Liberace (1919-1987)

George Burns (1896-1996)

Errol Flynn (1909-1959)

James (Jimmy) Stewart (1908-1997)

Not open to the public (but you can still revel in their presence):

Michael Jackson (1958-2009)

Sam Cooke (1931-1964)

Humphrey Bogart (1899-1957)

Nat King Cole (1919-1965)

Sammy Davis, Jr. (1925-1990)

Clark Gable (1901-1960)

Jean Harlow (1911-1937)

Mary Pickford (1892-1979)

Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011)


GREEN HILLS MEMORIAL PARK – 27501 South Western Ave., Rancho Palos Verdes, CA 90275; (800) 597-7331

Bukowski Street Art. Photo by GFreihalter 

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)


HOLY CROSS CEMETERY – 5835 W. Slauson Ave., Culver City, CA; (310) 836-5500

Rita Hayworth

Rita Hayworth (1918-1987)

John Candy (1950-1994)

Bing Crosby (1903-1977)

Rosalind Russell (1907-1976)

Sharon Tate (1943-1969)


INGLEWOOD PARK CEMETERY – 720 E. Florence Ave., Inglewood, CA  90301; (310) 412-6500

Ella Fitzgerald

Ella Fitzgerald (1917-1996)

Etta James (1938-2012)


HOLLYWOOD FOREVER – 6000 Santa Monica Blvd., Los Angeles, CA  90028; (323) 469-6349

Johnny Ramone statue. Photo by Sean Russell

Johnny Ramone (1948-2004)

Estelle Getty (1923-2008)

Jayne Mansfield (1933-1967)

Rudolph Valentino (1895-1926)

Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel (1906-1947)



Children are scary anyway, let alone on Halloween.



15 Oct

I love drag queens as a people.  They are fun, fierce, beautiful, sassy and oh so very funny.  The majority of them seemingly just like to have a good time and love to ham it up for an audience.  I have always wanted to go to a drag show – well now, now I am a drag show virgin no longer.

A friend and I went to the Dreamgirls Revue at Club Rage in West Hollywood, which is held every Tuesday at 9:30pm.  What a fantastic time it turned out to be!  There were about seven ladies that performed, some were regulars and some were guests (a slew of them were even “RuPaul’s Drag Race” alums) and as you would assume, they each have their very own distinctive personality and performance style.  They each performed twice with a fun 10min intermission where the bar had $5 drink specials during that time.  The hostess was hilarious and really got the crowd cursing (at her request) and ready to go…

One hitch – since I’m not schooled in the drag culture, I missed the dollar bill thing.  I doubt it’s unique to this particular show so here’s the deal – the music starts-a-pumpin’, the curtains part, the stunning, glittery she-man appears on the stage and starts lip syncing and performing her heart out.  Then, they come out into the crowd where everyone is holding out dolla-dolla bills for them to shimmy over and take.  They work the room with more pizzazz than anyone should know what to do with.  There are splits, sparkles and some serious tucking, but they are all beauties and very, very awesome.

Drag shows are held in bars, clubs and all sorts of other venues in cities all across the country (and world), so why not check one out in your neck of the woods and support your local Drag Queen culture!

If you’re looking for something to do on a Tuesday night in LA, check check it out – Dreamgirls Revue – Rage Nightclub – 8911 Santa Monica Blvd., Los Angeles, CA (West Hollywood)

An Archer’s Life for Me

7 Oct

I don’t know what that hat is, but she looks pretty cool.  Sybil “Queenie” Newall at the 1908 Olympics in London

Here’s what I know about archery.  Nothing.  I know nothing about archery.  Except what Robin Hood and Katniss have taught me.  Again, which is nothing, except maybe that you can make bows and arrows out of random branches and such you find in the woods.  And I’m sure that’s much more difficult than they make it seem.  (What!?  Movies aren’t real??)  Turns out, the sport has elevated itself since these wooded cinematic depictions.

Some friends and I recently took an introductory/beginner archery class.  What fun!  You feel so primal and dangerous.  The closest I come to pointing something scary at someone is my evil glare when someone cuts me off in traffic or makes a snarky comment (which I probably deserve).  That’s about as threatening as I get.  So it was nice to step outside my norm a little bit and go to this class.

Seriously. This might as well be me. Anime Katniss by Ichigo Noodle – pulled from wikimedia commons

It’s held at Rancho Park Archery Range at Cheviot Hills Recreation Center on Pico and Motor, right behind Fox Studios.  Lovely volunteers run, teach and monitor this archery range.  Originally, we (my friends and I) wanted to do the free beginners class that they offer on Saturday mornings at 11:00am.  The problem there being, you have to show up early.  And I mean early.  Really early, 7am-and-wait-in-line-til-someone-shows-up-to-take-your-names-at-8:30am EARLY. Thanks “Hunger Games”!  They only admit 24 people into the class, so if you don’t show up at the ass crack of dawn you won’t get a slot and then you woke up on a Saturday morning for nothing – which could be the saddest thing in the world.  Most definitely beating out children with cleft palates and sad puppy eyes at the Humane Society.  So we elected to get a group together and do a private class.  There were 6 of us and it cost $20 a person.  Completely reasonable for 2 hours of out of the ordinary enjoyment.  Our coach was very funny, yet informative, and by the end of the class we had the basics down.

This is not how I dressed when we took the class. Photo from Library of Congress – pulled from wikimedia commons

The cool thing is, once you take the class and/or understand the principles and range rules, you are permitted to go during their free times.  You show up, rent the gear and equipment for free (except a donation which you should totally do, cheapo) and you can practice as much as you’d like til they kick you out.  On Saturdays it’s 9:30am-12:00pm and Sunday from 12:00pm-3:30pm.

You know what’s almost better than archery?  Breakfast.  So, whilst you’re over there, why don’t you get breakfast (or lunch) at John O’Groats.  It’s a simple little diner with good food.  Let’s just leave it at that.

This is what I ate. Something to do with eggs and black beans and cheese and potatoes.

Go get ’em Tiger!

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