The next day was spent at Hollywood and Highland.  There you can see the Chinese Theater and the myriad of hand prints laid down by stars over the years.

My favorite was that of one Humphrey Bogart.

A fabulous, fabulous man.
(And if you're young and have no idea who I'm talking about, as some of my surrounding peers that day clearly made evident, FORESHAME.  
Go avail yourself with some cinema history.)

I believe you were promised pictures of afore mentioned trip.

And so, here you are.

The first day of my Thanksgiving ventures was spent at Universal Studios.

Jurassic Park is only one ride I will not do, and am permanently glued to the sidelines for at Universal Studios:

 

You can see my father demonstrating why: 

 

But it's also nice to get these pictures just before everyone's disembarked:

 

(Bring's a smile to your face just lookin' at it, don't it?)

Of course, they all did the log ride with the expectation that they could dry up in the fires of the Backdraft Tour.  Which, as we found out only minutes later, is being renovated with a new attraction.  And I would be remiss if I didn't say somewhere here that that new attraction is TRANSFORMERS.
(My little nerdy heart just burst.)

A little late, this one is.
But the message is as true now as it was when I typed it.

And the reason it's late is because I spent the day playing at Universal Studios Hollywood.
I'll have some pictures for y'all next week.

Until then, have a most excellent weekend!

Amazingness!

I know for a fact that I am not the only one to have completely blanked their own name.

It's just particularly funny to me though, not only because hesitating makes me look like I'm making stuff up, but also because I do on occasion give a false name. 
(It's a mercy thing, cashiers have a really hard time with 'Meredith'.)

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That book was one of the single most depressing things from my childhood and I am constantly attempting to repress the memory.
To this day I cannot read it.

These people obviously hate children.

God.
What is happening to my life?
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It's not.
But SuGAH Bomb is.

But let's be frank.
This can, in no way, become a reality.
Ignoring the fact that I'm athletically challenged, it should also be mentioned that I am a frail, fragile, delicate flower.
And they would crush me.

Couch Cat says:

I'm still recouping from Tucson Comic.Con so you'll have to contend yourself with this.

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Ahhh...
Nothing like sleeping on the warming glow of one's lightboard.

Yep.