The Pantages Theatre during a stroll down Hollywood Blvd. on Christmas Eve.

So, an older gentleman walks in to the laundry mat, decked out in full western wear, and decides his jeans could use a washing. Lacking a spare pair of pants, he simply removes the jeans, puts his cowboy boots back on, and goes about his business in green boxers.

Could there be a worse name for a food oriented business?

A unique evening of exceedingly long gaps between parade entrants (for filming purposes), random B-list celebrities, a Scientology balloon, and a drunk teenager from Idaho telling me all about his questionable life choices (i.e. a homeless person in the making). Basically, exactly what one would hope to find at the Hollywood Christmas Parade.

Of special note: I can now say that I’ve literally seen Santa Claus coming “right down Santa Clause lane”. Gene Autry wrote the song “Here Comes Santa Claus” about his experience in the 1946 edition of this parade.

Set up for the Hollywood Christmas Parade.

Promotion for “The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug” in the Chinese Theatre courtyard.

Someone painted over a sidewalk junction box as Dr. Who’s Tardis on Santa Monica Blvd.

Over on Sunset Blvd., The Seventh Veil strip club was living up to the “tease” in striptease with a large delivery of nonalcoholic beer.

The Hollywood Forever Cemetery gates decked out for the annual Day of The Dead festival.