So in my last entry I sort of glossed over last week. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I’m afraid of being long-winded, even though there is a lot to talk about and I’m sure it’s highly entertaining to some of you out there. Admit it, you love to laugh at other people’s lives. Anyway, while the last week was pretty low key business-wise, and we usually only stayed a half day, things were beginning to brew below the surface.

Take, for instance, the beginning of the Batdrama. From what I’ve heard this has sparked up at odd times before we came on the scene, but it’s new to us and involves us, which makes it more melodramatic. I wasn’t doing so hot as Padmé by myself, though in the latter half of the week I began to get chummy with Storm Trooper and Vader and they invited me to work with them. I didn’t want to just start hovering nearby and poaching pictures because they have a good thing going already, and I don’t want to be one of the crap characters. Yoda does that, I don’t. Anyway, they’re usually only around on weekends, so I needed a backup. I also needed something warmer, because it’s December and even in Hollywood it gets frosty. I decided to order a Harley Quinn costume because I love Harley and have always wanted a costume of hers, and I might as well use this job as an excuse to get or build all of the costumes I’ve ever wanted. She fell through, sadly, though maybe that worked out for the best (you’ll find out why later). So I ordered Batgirl. (more…)

First off, let me just say that my partner in crime, Catwoman By Day, is finally here! Now I can give her a name and quit calling her my partner, ’cause that sounds a little more intimate than we really are. Anyway, fast forward to the weekend after my last story. We hadn’t seen each other during the week because we had other things to do, but Catwoman and I talk all the time through email. It’s like a non-committal chat for us. Anyway, we’d sent pictures back and forth of the costumes as they came in — in her case, piece by piece — and we were really feeling it. This weekend would be good.

I showed up at her place early with a t-shirt and jeans pulled over the costume, because it’s pretty revealing and it was a cold morning. Besides, no free shows to the truckers on the freeway. From there we carpool over to Hollywood & Highland (H&H), because we’re poor and cheap and it’s better to split parking. The regulars recognize us right away, which is nice, and promise we’ll do loads better with these new costumes. And we do! I’m still lagging a bit, because a lot of people don’t recognize me as Star Wars or think I’m Leia. Plus, Catwoman can work with Batman, which the tourists love. And the Japanese businessmen are obviously turned on by the bondage aspect of her costume and the whip, so they want her by herself, even though I’m in a torn shirt and wielding a gun. Perverts. (more…)

It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving, our second day on Hollywood Boulevard and the day of the Hollywood Christmas Parade, which would step off at the corner of Hollywood and Highland. We showed up a bit earlier, since the characters we had met the day before said that mornings are usually the best time for making money, and wandered around a bit. Still dressed as Holly and Eliza, we earned a lot of admiring looks and loads of people sniping pictures when we weren’t looking, but still no one seemed to want to really photograph with us. We were cool, but we weren’t that cool. Still, business was improving from the day before, and there was still a lot to look at and absorb.

We spent a lot of the day just walking up and down the block, from Highland to Orange and back again, trying to grab the attention (and hopefully business) of all of the tourists and extra locals hovering about. There was supposed to be a big block of entertainment right in front of the Chinese Theatre from noon until the parade started, but it ended up being a load of crap Disney kids bands gyrating obscenely and trying to make it big. It was appalling, honestly, and the music was terrible. I saw a few teenage girls walking around with posterboard and glitter signs for one of the bands and considered asking them if they’d been paid to wave them. I just couldn’t believe anyone would take that god-awful drivel passing as music seriously. It also pulled out a lot of kids, and kids don’t know who Audrey Hepburn is. We did get a few moms who loved our costumes and forced their kids to take pictures with us, which wasn’t too bad.

But with crowds come the crazies. While the day before had been mild, even for a weekend, the draw of thousands of extra people with money and the news vans filming all over the place, the weirdos began to show. There was a relatively harmless older fellow who played guitar while whistling on the sidewalk, and while he was nice, he only seemed to know two songs. No one seemed to care for what he was playing, though, and avoided him. He started following us around, which further pushed business away from us. To make matters worse, Dollhouse Guy appeared. Apparently he is pretty well-known on the Boulevard, and he really is called Dollhouse Guy. I noticed the miles too big green jacket with that title painted on the back (in what looked like white poster paint) and wondered why. He and the guitarist got along and Dollhouse would make up bawdy lyrics to the two songs the guitarist knew. After we’d finally shaken them both, we turned around to find Dollhouse Guy, with a large dollhouse on his head, gyrating on the ground next to the stage set up for all those crap Disney kids. Oh, so that’s how he got his name. (more…)

Once it was decided that we would try our hand at the character job, we now had to decide how we should dress. Since we met through a mutual love of Audrey Hepburn, and we had just dressed as her (in two different eras) for Halloween, my partner in crime and I decided to try that. We figured that if Elvis and Marilyn Monroe did alright, then surely Holly Golightly and Eliza Doolittle would do fairly well.

We showed up in the early afternoon, and as soon as we stepped off the elevator at H&H, a man asked for a picture with us. Taking it as a good sign, we posed with him and he tipped us. And we hadn’t even really started yet! So we sauntered down to the Boulevard and suddenly froze, overwhelmed. What did we do? How did this really work? There had been surprisingly little information about all this on the Internet, and we hadn’t thought to come up here in advance and talk to any characters. As we crept closer to the stars on the sidewalk, a guy dressed as Darth Vader in tights came up to us and pushed back his helmet.
“Are you two new here?” he asked. We nodded. “Okay, welcome to the Boulevard,” he said, and shook our hands, introducing himself. He very nicely went over the rules; what line in the sidewalk delineated public from private property, and how we were only supposed to pose and photograph on the public side, and how we must do something to show that we were “off” when crossing onto private property, either by removing a mask or some other piece of the costume so we wouldn’t be approached. Grateful, we thanked him, and he moved off to take a break.

Clinging to each other, we slowly crept up the Walk towards the Chinese Theatre. In front of the Kodak Theatre there was a Jack Sparrow loudly heckling the tourists, shouting, “I need your money!” As we walked past, he called out to us.
“Excuse me, ladies.” (more…)

Hello all. I really am a character on Hollywood Boulevard, so let’s just get that doubt out of the way up front. Having started Thanksgiving weekend I’m still fairly new to all of this, though nearly all of the other characters were instantly welcoming and went out of their way to explain the rules and their personal tips and tricks, for which I’ll be forever grateful.

When my partner and crime and I decided to start doing this, we had no idea of what to expect, so I obviously wasn’t planning on turning this into a writing project. But the best writings are real things that beg to be written, and I just have to write about our experiences with this “job.” There’s more drama than a TV high school and just about as many actors, but there are also so many misconceptions that I hope will be cleared up by this. Most people see adults in costume on any day other than Halloween and mutter, “Mutant,” but for some people it’s a fun way to earn some extra cash and put their creativity and attention to detail to good use. While there are some crazy semi-homeless (and just downright homeless) people out there that will just throw on a mask and panhandle, I guarantee you that 90% of the people I’m around every day are better than that and have higher standards to boot. They hate the beggars just as much as you do, but the downside of being a freelance character on public property is that we have no control over who shows up and what they do. The best we can do is nicely ask them to sod off, ignore them, and keep the tourists away from them.

How does this work? Well, we show up whenever we want and leave whenever we want, and hopefully make some money between that. Once and for all, we are not employed by the city, Mann’s Chinese Theatre, Kodak Theatre, or anyone else. We must stay on the stars up to the curb, what is considered public property, so if you see us coming out of the bathrooms at the H&H shopping center and ask for a photo, sorry, but we can’t. We could be fined up to $1200, and really, who wants to pay that? We are not allowed to demand money, either. What we can do is tell everyone up front that we operate on tips. Masked characters often have a bill in their hand to point out, in case you can’t hear them. If you’re a kind person, you come up and ask for a picture, as opposed to standing 20 feet away and sniping, and we say, “We work on tips, is that okay?” This is also how you tell the aggressive beggars from the better characters. The good ones will always tell you up front, so there’s no nasty surprises. The beggars will pull you in by handing you a prop and telling you to take a picture, and only after the picture is taken does the hand come out. If you don’t tip them right away, they will follow you, harassing you for a tip. This is illegal, and they can be arrested for it.

Why should you pay for a picture or pictures? Because the good characters put a lot of time and effort into our costumes. That really awesome Darth Vader and Storm Trooper over there? Custom costumes costing hundreds of dollars, if not a thousand. We may be fan boys and girls who geek out over details and pay through the nose for authenticity, but it makes for an amazing look, right? We’re not lazy or half-assed, and a lot of us do other jobs to pay rent. This is fun to us, and gives us a chance to put our hobbies and interests to good use. You appreciate the hard work and time that goes into it by wanting to photograph it, and all we ask is a dollar or so. We’ll play with your kids and brighten their day, let you hold our really cool lightsabers or pistols and you can take as many pictures as you want, just do something for us in return. We’re not standing on a street corner all day for our health, or because we’re all rich eccentrics. Maybe you still don’t think you should pay after that explanation, but if you don’t think you should, then please don’t take so many damn pictures and demand we pose for you, then post them all over the Internet and Flickr calling us losers. We may not think the same way, but that doesn’t make you any better than me or any one of us out there. If you need to knock others down to feel good about yourself, then the problem lies with you, not any of us.

So there’s the basics. Now that that’s all out of the way the story can begin, and as the Mad Hatter once said, “Start at the beginning, and when you reach the end, stop.”

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