the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i promised myself an update today. its now 11 pm and i'm beat, but i really have things to say. so here i am.
when last i wrote, i was in sunny SoCal for work. the rule of not mixing business with pleasure is a load of crap, so i spent an afternoon with ariel in santa monica and a night with bub in bel air. with both of them i had a fantastic time. i really don't know ariel that well at all, but she's a good pal of kim and dave, so after having spent some time with her when i was in pasadena last spring, i thought it would be nice to reconnect and get to know her a bit more, one-on-one. oh, and of course, get some juicy gossip on the folks back home. ok, not so much on the gossip, but hearing another perspective from their high school days was definitely a treat.
ariel is an absolute pleasure. so confident, so brave, so energetic. on the surface, it would be easy to at least attribute the energy to the fact that she currently is jobless, but its not so simple. it seems to me she just has this youthful, seemingly spontaneous vibe that feeds her decision and actions. it was fun to hear about her three months in france (made all the more entertaining by the fabulous cuisine at the crepe cafe), to talk about "the industry", catch her up on what we're all doing and to hear the aforementioned perspective on stories i'd heard before.
after our second day of shooting, in studio, we wrapped things up and i finished organizing things for the return trip. shipping the gear, reviewing to-dos and next steps with the team. despite some traffic holdups, bub wasn't far behind and he made it to the hotel just as i was finishing there. together, we returned the passat and the rental bike, and then locked onto the scent of a chang's kitchen and endulged ourselves in every course. afterwards, we headed up to bel air, to his quaint little apartment and had some drinks, watched some of tv's most unbelievable moments (and oh boy, were they!), caught each other up and took a lovely walk up to the gates that separate the gods from the peasants. or something like that.
an early morning found us preparing for our flights to chicago, but of course, it wasn't exactly a smooth morning. literally. as we coasted down the freeway, a very large, very sturdy construction cone careened out of nowhere into the path of corey's sunfire. the very sight of the cone made us both gasp and/or shriek, and somehow--i do not know how--it suddently felt as though we were no longer riding in a coupe, but rather, a micro machine. needless to say, we survived the incident. the cone was not in the best shape after all was said and done, but i would expect nothing more out of something that's been dragged down the 405 at 75 mph at 6 am on saturday morning.
seeing corey was, by far, the highlight of my trip. as the shuttle dropped us off at our respective gates, i hurt just a little. it was the kind of hurt that coincides with the mystery of the unknown. i hate that we can't be in the same city. i hate that we took it for granted when we were in reasonable driving distance from each other. that we let so much time slip through our fingers. but most of all, i hate not knowing for certain that we'll ever course-correct and be on the same proverbial road again.
the week went by in a flash. work has been hectic and i'm so stressed. i was anxiously waiting for the weekend, though, knowing that on saturday, i'd be in indy for rob's 25th birthday.
aside from some biatch that got up in my face at the bar, we had a phenomenal time. i met an awesome lady from new york, saw a lot of old pals, and of course, having the time with rob was the best.
there is no better way i can think to sandwich the work week than to start and end with two of the best friends, and for that matter, best people, i've ever known. i find that i take things so seriously some times (most of it, actually) and i just can't say enough about the people that keep me sane, that make me laugh, that know me and who refuse to judge and who love me all the same.
best of all, they're the friends that, with every minute together, bring me one step closer to being the person i want to be. friends like this are not too common, in my [limited] experience. so i will do my best to return the favor.
my, how lucky i am.
when last i wrote, i was in sunny SoCal for work. the rule of not mixing business with pleasure is a load of crap, so i spent an afternoon with ariel in santa monica and a night with bub in bel air. with both of them i had a fantastic time. i really don't know ariel that well at all, but she's a good pal of kim and dave, so after having spent some time with her when i was in pasadena last spring, i thought it would be nice to reconnect and get to know her a bit more, one-on-one. oh, and of course, get some juicy gossip on the folks back home. ok, not so much on the gossip, but hearing another perspective from their high school days was definitely a treat.
ariel is an absolute pleasure. so confident, so brave, so energetic. on the surface, it would be easy to at least attribute the energy to the fact that she currently is jobless, but its not so simple. it seems to me she just has this youthful, seemingly spontaneous vibe that feeds her decision and actions. it was fun to hear about her three months in france (made all the more entertaining by the fabulous cuisine at the crepe cafe), to talk about "the industry", catch her up on what we're all doing and to hear the aforementioned perspective on stories i'd heard before.
after our second day of shooting, in studio, we wrapped things up and i finished organizing things for the return trip. shipping the gear, reviewing to-dos and next steps with the team. despite some traffic holdups, bub wasn't far behind and he made it to the hotel just as i was finishing there. together, we returned the passat and the rental bike, and then locked onto the scent of a chang's kitchen and endulged ourselves in every course. afterwards, we headed up to bel air, to his quaint little apartment and had some drinks, watched some of tv's most unbelievable moments (and oh boy, were they!), caught each other up and took a lovely walk up to the gates that separate the gods from the peasants. or something like that.
an early morning found us preparing for our flights to chicago, but of course, it wasn't exactly a smooth morning. literally. as we coasted down the freeway, a very large, very sturdy construction cone careened out of nowhere into the path of corey's sunfire. the very sight of the cone made us both gasp and/or shriek, and somehow--i do not know how--it suddently felt as though we were no longer riding in a coupe, but rather, a micro machine. needless to say, we survived the incident. the cone was not in the best shape after all was said and done, but i would expect nothing more out of something that's been dragged down the 405 at 75 mph at 6 am on saturday morning.
seeing corey was, by far, the highlight of my trip. as the shuttle dropped us off at our respective gates, i hurt just a little. it was the kind of hurt that coincides with the mystery of the unknown. i hate that we can't be in the same city. i hate that we took it for granted when we were in reasonable driving distance from each other. that we let so much time slip through our fingers. but most of all, i hate not knowing for certain that we'll ever course-correct and be on the same proverbial road again.
the week went by in a flash. work has been hectic and i'm so stressed. i was anxiously waiting for the weekend, though, knowing that on saturday, i'd be in indy for rob's 25th birthday.
aside from some biatch that got up in my face at the bar, we had a phenomenal time. i met an awesome lady from new york, saw a lot of old pals, and of course, having the time with rob was the best.
there is no better way i can think to sandwich the work week than to start and end with two of the best friends, and for that matter, best people, i've ever known. i find that i take things so seriously some times (most of it, actually) and i just can't say enough about the people that keep me sane, that make me laugh, that know me and who refuse to judge and who love me all the same.
best of all, they're the friends that, with every minute together, bring me one step closer to being the person i want to be. friends like this are not too common, in my [limited] experience. so i will do my best to return the favor.
my, how lucky i am.