Grabbed my first flight to LA after restfully (somewhat) spending the entire month of June in NYC. I had traveled back for the PictureStart Film Festival in late May, and I had actually intended to make my way back west by mid-June. But mid-June turned to late June and then, with airline ticket prices skyrocketing, to early July. And when I say early, I mean early, as I took another redeye inverse, a plane leaving NY damn early and getting into LA before 10AM. Redeye inverse, just made it up. Like it, feel free to use it.
LA is a source of ambivalence for me. I like LA. I like the weather. I certainly don’t mind a day of driving from meeting to meeting, grabbing coffees in between. I don’t mind being in a car alone (the anti-social part of me (is there any other part) likes that quite a bit).
But my apartment in LA, how shall we say, SUCKS. It’s been a little bit of a disaster all along. Its primary draws are that its well located, has off street parking, and is cheap. Readers may recall that when I moved into it, the room I had lacked walls., Yes, wall. I”ve since put up walls at moderate expense, but they were necessary so that I didn’t have to listen to the god-awful music the guy who shared the bungalow played. And he didn’t have to listen to me snore.
Rather uncermemoniously, this fellow, who was the one who convinced me to rent half the bungalow and join his band of merry thieves (I chose to simply cohabitate, anti-social being that I am), has moved out. With all the rest of his crew. When he told me he was leaving, I tried to find another tenant to replace him, choosing to choose my poison. But he never responded to the person I chose, so that they could see the place, and now one of the hipsters in the main house picked his replacement. So, I am going back to a bungalow with a roommate Ive never met. Hes supposedly quiet, and my format roommate was no joy, being noisy, home all the time, and kind of a slob, so perhaps it wont be that bad, We shall see. But to say that I don’t have some degree of trepidation would be a lie.
I also don’t really have much of a friend base in LA. That accounts for evenings in the bungalow on a regular basis. Which would be OK, except the bungalow is not exactly the Pierre. And I don’t have much STUFF there. I have some clothes, a few DVDs, and no cable television. So passing the time takes some time. I usually am multitasking at home, working on the computer while writing emails or reading or whatever. The TV is on, often playing a movie I’ve already seen (its kind of like playing music for me). I cannot do that in LA, with no cable. I have a few DVDs, and that’s where it is. Its not optimal.
But its work, and the friend situation is getting better (oh, woe is me). And things are progressing, which makes me feel good. Both Digger and Slaughter appear to be almost fully sewn in by now, and that’s the main reason I am out here.
I hate flying too, did I mention that? We’re over Colarado. A few hours to go.
See ya there.
Grumpy
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