I found myself daydreaming about how I was certainly, most definitely, going to run into Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds making out on the street. Though I would settle for running into Sandra Bullock carting around her chubzy wittle behbeh, Louis.
However, Mother Nature had the gall to send a storm during my trip, so it was 23 degrees when we arrived. 23. Farenheit. As in, below freezing. With snow in the forecast. And it did, too. The nerve!
It was too cold to walk the 15 blocks to Sandra Bullock's restaurant, and frankly, I was a little too afraid of being mugged to venture around the downtown neighborhood by myself. Honestly, Sandra should thank her lucky stars, because I completely lose my shizz when I see celebrities. I'm fairly certain I would have said something insulting about Sandy's new bangs. And possibly something inappropriate about Ryan Reynolds' abs/junk.
I did find one really cool place to check out near the hotel, but unfortunately, it was closed for inventory. Bummer. That looked like a good time right there.
