So ok, this may not be the finest photography post, but I have so many fun pictures from my visits to Madame Tussauds that I would love to share. I know that there is hardly anything that’s more touristy, but I really always have a blast. And depending on who I’m with, I go a bit crazy. The only problem is that chances are high you’ll look pretty crappy next to all these gorgeous people. You wouldn’t believe how tiny some celebrities are. I’m still not sure, if I can believe all those measurements.
So far, I’ve been to the ones in San Francisco, London and Los Angeles and all visits were with different people. To be honest, the one in SF is my favorite because, even though it may be small, there are so many props you can include in the pictures and it’s actually not packed with people. At least it wasn’t when I was there.
I’ll just start with that one. I went with two friends when I was an au pair. We had been to the Dungeon first and roamed around Fisherman’s Wharf afterward, had some pizza somewhere in the North Beach area and I remember it being just a super fun-filled day. And you know what we found out during our visit at Madame Tussauds? They don’t add things like nipples to the wax figures. Trust me, we looked. We were pretty much alone in that thing, which was amazing. I jumped on George Clooney’s lap, rolled around on Obama’s desk and whatever else I felt like doing. No figures were hurt in the process.
But the figures I usually look forward to seeing most are admirable people like Martin Luther King Jr. or Rosa Parks. Those are people who really made a difference in the world and who I would always save a seat for at my table of people I would love to have dinner with, dead or alive.
I also went to the museum in Los Angeles, where I made my brother and his fiancée go with me. And on the street, they basically beg you to come in. Discounts included, of course. My outfit was no way near Hollywood standard, but who cares. I like having fun and never take myself too seriously. So I danced with Patrick Swayze on a log, became a Pink Lady, showed Tony Hawk some moves, danced like Beyoncé (haha, yeah right) and just had a good time.
The first Madame Tussauds I ever visited was the one in London, which I guess is the most important one. But we had to wait in line forever and the crowd was just too big. I mean, it was pure madness. You could hardly get a picture without anyone else in the picture. I went with my best friend during our amazing trip to London. And no, she didn’t go fully voluntarily, but she knows I love this stuff and it’s these little things she does for me that make me love her, even more.
At least, there was finally a pretty good looking David Beckham there. He’s such a handsome man and I’ve seen him made of wax many times, and none of those figures look good. I honestly don’t get how that is even possible. Unfortunately, Victoria was also there. Move over, Posh!
You know what I should’ve remembered from this first visit though? To put on something nice when going to Madame Tussauds. I mean, in London, I looked so touristy, San Francisco was actually ok, but don’t get me started on the LA outfit. Next time, I’m bringing a ball gown.