Dayhawks: Or Something L.A. that Happened

I dug this post up from the earlier incarnation of this blog and I had to share it again. Just to note, I wrote this post in 2014.

I have spent more time in Hollywood in the past two months than I have in years. I often write in the neighborhood that I am focusing on. It helps to refresh my memory, especially if I haven’t been there in a while. As a local who has done the Hollywood tour a few times, it takes a certain amount of fortitude. One of the days I was writing, I set up shop with my notebook and pencil at the 24-hour diner, 25 degrees, in the Roosevelt Hotel. This was mainly because it was Sunday, and Musso and Frank was closed.

While I was writing posts about where to see celebrities in the wild, in walks Marilyn Monroe. Not that Marilyn, but the woman who plays her for tips in front of Grauman’s Chinese theater. It was her and me on either end of the bar in our red vinyl seats, staring off into space, sipping our drinks like we were in an updated and very Hollywood version of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks. Then Hollywood Blvd entrance door swings open bright and wide, and in walks Ron Jeremy. The real Ron Jeremy, not the one who plays him in front of the Chinese Theater. If you do not know who Ron Jeremy is, don’t Google him while you are at work. He is a cult figure in the adult entertainment industry and happens to have his own rum called Ron de Jeremy. He and Marilyn mumble something to each other. It is obvious that they know each other. A few moments later, they leave, and it is just me left alone in the bar to write this all down.

When I told this story to someone else, they swore that what I was telling them was a fever dream. It was 100% Los Angeles real. This kind of random stuff happens here all the time.

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