me without mewithoutyou

This tale of last night's exploits comes after completing my first shift at bloomingdale's. Now let's get something out of the way right off the bat, yesterday was supposed to be my first day of training; videos, register training, store tour, that whole deal, but half-way through completing my paperwork, my manager Al strolls up to me and tells me,"Hey bro, what do you say we skip this today and we get you on the floor?"
I guess my previous sales record is good enough for me to skip a few steps...okay. Little did I know, my boss is actually the hispanic version of David Brent (no joke) from The Office, and he wanted me to believe he was cool right off the bat. This man is hilarious, not in a funny way, but because he still thinks he is young and hip. This is probably going to be the easiest job of all time. The fact remains: Californians are just plain lazzy. I don't think they mean to be, but compared to my midwest work ethic, these people are lazzy!Jeepers.
Back to the story
So I closed on my first day, which forced me to arrive back home at about 9:45pm. That's all well and good, but mewithoutyou was playing a show on Hollywood Blvd, and Blade Miracle and I were planning on going. The show started at 8pm and Hollywood is about 15-20 minutes from my house, so Blade put the peddle down and we reached Hollywood shortly after. Now, if you're unfamiliar with the strip, it is the stretch of Hollywood Blvd where the actor's stars are in the sidewalk, and the location of the handprints in the concrete.(this is also the location of the Kodak Theatre and the home of the Oscars) So Blade and I arrive, park down the street, and stroll onto the strip.
A short discussion between Blade and I lead to our conclusion that neither of us knew where this show was actually going to take place, so further delaying our approach, we walked up and down the strip like a couple of hookers until we found the venue. Once we walked up to the ticket both we realized we had actually missed the band and had made these far travels for really know reason. It was at this moment when Blade and I wondered why there were so many local television crews all filming and interviewing people on the strip. After I asked a policeman, I was told of this not-out-of-the-ordinary LA tale:
There was a 75mph car chase at about 9:30 on the Hollywood strip. Now, if you don't really understand what that means, think of this: Bro Row in Lincoln (the strip of 16th street on UNL campus that runs between all the greek houses) between classes around the noon hour. Imagine a 75mph car chase through that crowded strip of street. That is was happened in Hollywood. The shocking part of the whole deal was that people were like, "hmmm.That was weird.oh well."

Welcome to the craziest place on earth. I was going to try to make this whole story more interesting, but I guess I'm too busy thinking about my new boss.