Walking up the narrow road less than 25 steps, we are inundated with tour guide locals. One such gentleman by the name of Kirby stuck to my Dad like white on rice.
I normally would’ve waited before the last minute to text her and make sure she’s on her way, but after a stressful few days preparing for the trip, I wasn’t too worried about it. I’ve got plenty of time and this is a vacation.
There are a hell of a bunch of people here this morning; a solid mix of aspiring actors, SAG members, local professionals, and noobs (like me), just spending the day at fictional cocktail party.
