Halloween
So, of course like everyone else in LA and I imagine also around the college world, Halloween was rescheduled to the evening of October 29th.
O'Brien and I began the evening by pre-gamming on Jack Daniels and Chivas Regal Scotch. We dressed in costume (I with a t-shirt reading "Drunk Idiot Costume" with "GOP 4 LIFE" on my forhead and he with a bathrobe, sourong and a sword) and drove straight into the madness of Holly-ween, or Hollywood in Halloween mode. This means that people were stumbling around Hollywood Blvd. in various degrees of drunken haze, wandering hopelessly from one bar to another, to a party to another bar, and so on, in outrageous pretentious overthought, overplanned and overreaching outfits in a vain and conspicuous attempt to out-do everyone else they saw. In other words, it was just another night in Hollywood, but slightly more socially acceptable.
We arrived at Judd's at around 10, and began the party. Our company was large: Me, O'Brien, Mark, Desiree (or perhaps...Markiree?lol) Judd, Tonya, two people who came with Tonya one of whom identified themeselves as "Shelly's sister" whatever that means, Marks sister and her husband and two of their friends. So we had a party. We drank some more Jack (or at least I did) and headed down to KingKing, a bar/club on the corner of Hollywood and Whitley. Some wildly inappropriate dancing and two Black Labels later, we were off to another bar the name of which I couldn't hope to remember, though I remember arguing with a particularly bearded hippy looking republican who seemed stuck on trying to convince me, and a british guy who was backing me up for some reason, that liberals hated america. Being as thuroughly drunk as I was I stopped that conversation, drank a shitload of redbull, and left again to go back to the club we were at before. We had gotten wristbands before for coming there extra early, and therefore got ourselves some VIP treatment at the door, which in Hollywood often counts for something.
We were there for a little while longer, posed for some pictures I don't remember taking with people I don't know (one of whom was a high school english teacher dressed up like alice from wonderland), and then Adam Church arrived. We all left after I had sobered up, and went to this totally random party near the corner of what I am pretty sure is Melrose and Virgil. From there I took some people back to Judd's and went downtown to pay Kevin a visit and talk some business, before going to meet up with Adam again at ANOTHER random dance party in Korea town, where more inappropriate dancing happened. We split up again after that and he and his friend (ALSO named fuckin Chris) left for their place while I went to go pick up O'Brien at Judds BACK in Hollywood, drink some more, then drive to Adam's, where we stayed up smoking and drinking until well after the sun rose and everyone else in town was passed the fuck out.
BAM. So thats the fastest possible recount of Holloween. the whole party lasted nearly 11 hours.
Professionally, this week will have some interesting challenges in store. I'm about to quit one job at Symmetry and start another one at a post production company that specializes in...are you sitting down?...reality TV. Its called World of Wonder Productions. Its closer, the people are WAY more interesting (in that there ARE other people in the office), I get to play with Avids all day and watching footage and various other projects as theyre being worked on, and I get to climb out of a window on to a fire escape whenever i want a cigarette. And the head of production and I bonded after ONE DAY OF WORKING THERE over USC football.
I'm gonna lose a pet project of mine that I could get a producer credit for working on and control of several millions of dollars, but whats more important: happiness and job security, or being dicked around by a production company who may or may not give me the resources to do it? In other words, working as an assistant editor actively right now, or MAYBE getting to be a producer on a project that may or may not ever happen and having no job direction from my employer.
Man, the film business is a rough little bitch to play catch with.
It feels good to be writting in here again. Its good therapy.
Bitch session over.
Cheers, friends,
Crizza
O'Brien and I began the evening by pre-gamming on Jack Daniels and Chivas Regal Scotch. We dressed in costume (I with a t-shirt reading "Drunk Idiot Costume" with "GOP 4 LIFE" on my forhead and he with a bathrobe, sourong and a sword) and drove straight into the madness of Holly-ween, or Hollywood in Halloween mode. This means that people were stumbling around Hollywood Blvd. in various degrees of drunken haze, wandering hopelessly from one bar to another, to a party to another bar, and so on, in outrageous pretentious overthought, overplanned and overreaching outfits in a vain and conspicuous attempt to out-do everyone else they saw. In other words, it was just another night in Hollywood, but slightly more socially acceptable.
We arrived at Judd's at around 10, and began the party. Our company was large: Me, O'Brien, Mark, Desiree (or perhaps...Markiree?lol) Judd, Tonya, two people who came with Tonya one of whom identified themeselves as "Shelly's sister" whatever that means, Marks sister and her husband and two of their friends. So we had a party. We drank some more Jack (or at least I did) and headed down to KingKing, a bar/club on the corner of Hollywood and Whitley. Some wildly inappropriate dancing and two Black Labels later, we were off to another bar the name of which I couldn't hope to remember, though I remember arguing with a particularly bearded hippy looking republican who seemed stuck on trying to convince me, and a british guy who was backing me up for some reason, that liberals hated america. Being as thuroughly drunk as I was I stopped that conversation, drank a shitload of redbull, and left again to go back to the club we were at before. We had gotten wristbands before for coming there extra early, and therefore got ourselves some VIP treatment at the door, which in Hollywood often counts for something.
We were there for a little while longer, posed for some pictures I don't remember taking with people I don't know (one of whom was a high school english teacher dressed up like alice from wonderland), and then Adam Church arrived. We all left after I had sobered up, and went to this totally random party near the corner of what I am pretty sure is Melrose and Virgil. From there I took some people back to Judd's and went downtown to pay Kevin a visit and talk some business, before going to meet up with Adam again at ANOTHER random dance party in Korea town, where more inappropriate dancing happened. We split up again after that and he and his friend (ALSO named fuckin Chris) left for their place while I went to go pick up O'Brien at Judds BACK in Hollywood, drink some more, then drive to Adam's, where we stayed up smoking and drinking until well after the sun rose and everyone else in town was passed the fuck out.
BAM. So thats the fastest possible recount of Holloween. the whole party lasted nearly 11 hours.
Professionally, this week will have some interesting challenges in store. I'm about to quit one job at Symmetry and start another one at a post production company that specializes in...are you sitting down?...reality TV. Its called World of Wonder Productions. Its closer, the people are WAY more interesting (in that there ARE other people in the office), I get to play with Avids all day and watching footage and various other projects as theyre being worked on, and I get to climb out of a window on to a fire escape whenever i want a cigarette. And the head of production and I bonded after ONE DAY OF WORKING THERE over USC football.
I'm gonna lose a pet project of mine that I could get a producer credit for working on and control of several millions of dollars, but whats more important: happiness and job security, or being dicked around by a production company who may or may not give me the resources to do it? In other words, working as an assistant editor actively right now, or MAYBE getting to be a producer on a project that may or may not ever happen and having no job direction from my employer.
Man, the film business is a rough little bitch to play catch with.
It feels good to be writting in here again. Its good therapy.
Bitch session over.
Cheers, friends,
Crizza