I know it’s cliché to say at this point, but it really is so wonderful to hear from you all. Oh Victor, how I do miss thine incessant whining! And Zewde? Where the hell have you been? Great to hear from ya! Sounds like people are doing cool things out there. I really am so interested to see what everybody will end up doing with their lives.
Anyway, over in these parts, life is a mix of fast-paced jet-setting and absolutely boring nothingness. Work was crazy last week, getting ready for the “No Reservations” (chef-themed chick flick starring Catherine Zeta-Jones and Aaron Eckhart) premiere and screenings. Oh these “important” Hollywood moguls have their seating requests! Sadly the big premiere was in NYC (and no, they don’t fly the interns out for that), but the screening in LA was kinda fun too. But now that’s over, and there’s very little for me to do in the office. But hey – I’m getting really good at alphabetizing binders! And diligently reading up on Lindsay Lohan (we get fashion/celeb magazines before they hit the newsstands).
Some other random highlights of my summer so far: shootin’ the shit with George Wyhinny when we met up for dinner the other night, taking Jonathan Grossman around LA on an “architecture tour” that I was very unqualified to give (e.g. “There on your left, see that? Yeah, right there. That’s a house.”), rocking out in a Santa Monica dance club with some random Stanford-ians… for a full 10 minutes (we had to wait in line to get in, and then they turned on the lights early – I mean, I kept dancing when the lights came on, but everybody else seemed to leave the dance floor. What’s up with that?), going to a Dodger game in which most people were actually there just to see if Barry Bonds would break/tie the record (when he went up to bat, the camera flashes literally lit up the stadium)… which he didn’t, having eye sex with Marlon Wayans during my lunch break (ha, ok maybe a bit hopeful there – but he did turn around three times to continue the eye contact as he walked away...), and attending a party at the Princess of Morocco’s house (very bizarre experience – many friends from high school I hadn’t seen in a while, now all working in the entertainment industry in some capacity, and then some plastic-looking foreign 40-year old men and women, all getting drunk on nice champagne while overlooking the sparkling lights of the city).
And, other than that, everything’s pretty low-key. Spending lots of time with my family and high school friends. Thinking about the future. Being stuck in traffic. Trying not to think about the future. Eating a lot of Pink Berry frozen yogurt (if you haven’t heard of this phenomenon, then you clearly aren’t from LA). Doing yoga at the WB gym and becoming buddies with adults who don’t know I’m a lowly intern. Sneaking in the back door of Hollywood clubs to sit casually sipping cocktails by pools that nobody swims in. Getting my eyelashes tinted and fingernails painted. Reflecting upon the shallow, ridiculous lifestyles that so many people lead here... and the fact that I can’t help but be a part of while I’m in this god-forsaken city. You know – just a typical summer break.
