I knew I'd had enough of LA sightseeing when the guy who offered to take our picture told me to "Be nice" (to my mom). Um, excuse me random, nosy guy but you try being nice after schelping your mom around LA for the last 24 hours. And I wasn't even being grumpy because of my mom, I was being grumpy because it was hot and the glare from the stars on Hollywood Blvd have this nice way of reflecting the sun right into your eyes. F' you random guy who took our picture!