So we went to LA sometime last week, rocking a ridiculously early flight out there on saturday morning. I flew solo which I always enjoy and slept for most of the flight out. Upon arrival I was greeted by a friendly SUV driver from the middle east who after mistaking my friendliness as an invitation to talk politics, led into literally a 45 minute rant about how the world is ending. His wife cheated on him but got everything in the divorce(after seeing his temper i'm not surprised), people are too dependent on gasoline (I actually agree with that), everyone is straying from religion (finally!), and a black man can't be the president (Really? cause I'm pretty sure he will be and it will be a good thing). Don't get me wrong, he was a nice guy but I really don't want to talk about that kinda shit when I'm driving to my hotel with a total stranger (thats his head in the picture below).
After a rather intense, absurdly traffic hindered (on a saturday at noon?) drive I arrived at the sunset towers hotel which was nothing short of spectacular. I had a great suite with two rooms and a great bathroom. It overlooked the pool, which I wasted no time in enjoying. I had dinner and drinks with my friend Katrina which was fun but I was exhausted and had to get up at 6 the next morning to head out to the desert.
We awoke really early to head to location, and I drove the two hours it took to get out of there. Two hours quickly turned to 3.5 when while following the client (I wasn't leader...not my fault) they missed the exit and drove 30 miles past it. Our looping back solution (1st assistant....not me again) ended up taking considerably longer, and we arrived at location around 11. No big deal as we shot with HMIs and setup wasn't difficult. The shoot was at this crazy "outdoor studio" (oxymoron I know) with these big sloped white walls and pools of blue water. Very graphic and cool. It was mothers day so we all emailed light test pictures to our moms and the day had a great vibe.
Driving back after a 12 hour day was pretty exhausting, but I managed to muster up enough strength to open up my mini bar and crack some Ketel One with Katrina, before heading out to our usual drinking spot in Hollywood....Barney's Beanery. I seem to remember it being karaoke night and I seem to remember jaeger bombs because of the fatigue. Thats pretty much it. Oh, also I think Nachos may have been involved.
The next morning I awoke to the hotel reminding me I had to check out at noon, a legitimate concern because I think I dropped off some client disks and prints at 2 am and probably couldn't speak coherently. I packed my shit and waiting in the lobby for 4 hours....waiting for my car. Awesome. Thanks production...I love taking a 8 pm flight home from LA. Especially when I have to be on set in Inwood the next day at 7 am. Needless to say I tried to sleep on the flight (unsuccessfully) and slept at the office once back in NY. I got a record 3 hours of sleep before I had to get up for call time the next day. Or same day I guess if you want to get technical.
Oh LA....I really do despise you. Croatia got cancelled due to some customs issues, but fortunately we're headed to an island off the coast of Spain instead. I promise some good posts from there....still working on better music, I'm having a bit of a dry spell on new stuff. Time to clean the office.....this shit is getting ridiculous.
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