How did I spent my 11/11/11? You asking? Well, here it goes!
GRIFFITH PARK
First, we went to Griffith Park. We got lost on the way to the park but with the help of my uncle, we finally found our way. Phew! At the Griffith Park, we went to the "Griffith Observatory." So obviously, everything inside has something to do with stars, planets and of course, our home planet Earth. After a little walking and looking around, we went to have a hot coffee at the Cafe at the End of the Universe. I had Hot Cocoa and a Holiday Ham sandwich which was frozen cold. There was no thrill in eating that sandwich. As we went outside, we saw a white limousine and we took a picture beside it. Well, only my father and my uncle did.
| In front of Griffith Observatory |
| What's happening here? |
| My face, my face :) |
| I look so... I dunno :) |
UNIVERSAL STUDIO CITY WALK
Second, we went to Universal Studios City Walk. It was like a club in there because in the middle of the City Walk, there was a DJ and there was like a big screen were you can see yourself because there was a hidden camera that moves around and we got focused a lot of times! The camera must have liked us a lot :">
After, we took a walk and we ended up watching this black guy act and dance like Michael Jackson. After a while, we decided to walk around again because there was a lot of girls wearing super short dresses and low necklines and such and I'm grossed out!
Anyways, so we decided to go home and we went our separate ways because we will ride at Kuya Jed's car. Before we went home, we decided to grab something at Yogurtland and I got Dutch Chocolate topped with crushed Reese's, strawberries and chocolate chips. Yummmm!
On our drive way home, we cannot finish our Yogurts because we keep partying! Kuya Jed turned the music up a bit louder and we danced like there's no tommorrow until our stomach hurts. It was hard to dance with a seatbelt on though but it was a lot of fun. Plus, I heard a new song which I absolutely love! It was "Pretty Girls" by Iyaz ft. Travie McCoy.
