Monday, June 28, 2010
The rep and I were both jaded hollywood lowlifes so we left him in peace while we pretended to talked business and stole glances at him when he wasn't looking.
In the middle of the restaurant, the waiters were putting together tables for an obviously large party. They wandered in. It was a big, boisterous family and they were celebrating something.
The rep and I were on dessert when the patriarch of the large family - the grandfather stood up and walked over to Tom Hank's table. The grandad was obviously not from L.A. because if you are, you know to leave the celebrities alone. I cringed at this gentleman's faux pas, but of course, I had to listen in on the conversation.
The family had flown in from all parts of the US for their daughter/niece/granddaughter's graduation from college. Grandad ask Mr. Hanks to come over to their table and congratulate his granddaughter. I cringed again. I was sure the manager/agent was going to say something.
But what do you know, Mr. Hanks stood up, went over with Grandad to the table, shook hands with everybody, posed for pictures and congratulated the ecstatic teenager. What a terrific guy.
I feel 'kinda' bad telling this story because you readers are probably going to bug him at lunch/dinner/cocktails because I told you what a nice guy he was. Good thing there are only four (oh wait!) five of you.
A few years later I ran into him again, and he was nice again. But I better save that story for another time because I'm going to run out soon!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
We were chattering away about something, probably my Tom Cruise sighting (see Tuesday's post) and weren't paying attention to the fact that a meeting was letting out from the boardroom.
I ran smack dab into an older gentleman in a non-descript grey suit. I apologized, but instantly, two gentlemen in dark suits and dark sunglasses were upon me, pushing me away from the gentleman.
Seeing that I was in no way a threat, the older gentleman waived the others away. I gave the two men in black my dirtiest stare and got into the elevator with my coworker and headed back to work.
"Did you see who that was?" my co-worker asked.
"Who? Did you see somebody?" I asked, clueless.
"It was Mr. Greenrock, idiot," my co-worker replied. Mr. Greenrock was the owner of the studio. At the time, he was worth $9.6 billion ($2.4 billion today), and I had run him down.
Too bad wealth doesn't rub off on people or I'd have somebody writing this blog for me!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Anyway, I was a good girl and brought lunch from home for the first week of my job. But getting up at 6am and going to bed late takes its toll so I stopped after exactly 6 days of bologna sandwiches.
Looking out through one of the office windows, I would see taco truck after taco truck hang a left hand turn into an alley. Yesterday, I decided to go see what all the trucks were doing and discover a 'Foodie' jackpot! About fifteen to twenty taco trucks all lined up and open for business. And these are not your normal gross greasy food trucks either. They were each different specializing in things like fries, crepes, Korean BBQ, pizza, etc. It is my aim to try every one through the course of the summer.
Yesterday I tried the sushi truck. You heard me, sushi truck. Now I was a little suspect about getting sushi from a taco truck but I kept walking by people and two of every three were carrying trays of sushi. I figured it must be good. I got the sampler since I didn't know what all to order.
Plus a diet coke was $9.75. Not cheap for street food.
I got four little bites - the size of chocolates. Little poofs of rice with a circle of salmon or other stuff on top. And four little bites of tempura roll. No seaweed, oh and they ran out of soy sauce -- seriously. I was still hungry afterwards. So this foodie says thumbs down for the sushi truck.
Friday, June 25, 2010
I was lucky enough to win a ticket to an autograph session at the previously mentioned ComiCon 2008. Well, the truth is I didn't win it, my friend did, but she could care less about "Twilight" so she gave it to me.
Anyhoo, security is really tight, and we are let into a small conference room in groups of twenty. I recognize one person right away, a co-worker from studio X days. She doesn't know me, which is good because I feel a bit awkward being a civilian again.
The security tells us absolutely no photographs but some girl ahead of me snaps one anyway. She is immediately booted from the room. We're each handed one mini-poster and are told the cast will only sign the poster.
The first person at the long narrow table is Stephenie Meyer, the author of all the Twilight books. I tell her how much I enjoyed the series and she seems genuinely pleased to hear it. Next is Catherine Hardwicke who is the director of the first Twilight. I don't have much to say to her, but she draws a cute little cat for her signature.
Kristen Stewart is next. I compliment her performance in "Into The Wild" (being one of the few people in line old enough to have seen it). She is very appreciative and kind. Next is Rob who asks my name, and signs Rob 'heart' Sunny. How cute. Taylor is having some kind of unspoken conversation with Cam Gigandet and is distracted. Still, he manages to take up the most space on the page with his signature. Edi Gathegi and Rachelle Lefevre are totally professionals, focused on connecting with each of the girls (and some guys) as they try to personalize their autograph.
One of the girls ahead of me has slipped a second piece of paper under her poster (again in defiance of the security staff direction). To the cast's credit, everybody signs the second piece of paper without welching on her.
As I leave, I say goodbye to my former co-worker who didn't recognize me. Probably thought I was a stalker...
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
One of the perks of the job was getting to park in the "executive lot" of the studio. The bad news was that my unwashed mid-priced sedan looked very out of place next to the shiny SUVs, and luxury porsche, lamborghini, mercedes convertibles.
I was late getting back from lunch one day and spied one space left in the lot. I drove towards it but it was being blocked by a big black and shiny SUV with tinted windows. I sat patiently waiting for them to move. And waited. And waited some more. I didn't want to honk because I could potentially ruin a take on a soundstage somewhere. I was seriously like 15 minutes late at this point and getting nervous that someone was going to be looking for me.
I turned off my engine and started to get out of the car to give the other driver a piece of my mind, when the passenger side door opens and out pops Tom Cruise. Oh my! I think to myself, good thing I didn't honk. Now I don't care how late I am.
But there's more! The reason he got out of the car was to change his shirt!! So right in front of me, he takes off one T-shirt and puts on another. I wish I had the presence of mind to snap a photo with my cellphone but all I did was stare with my mouth open.
He got changed, hopped back inside, and the SUV drove by. The driver rolled down the window and shouted 'sorry!' to which I replied 's'kay, s'fine!'
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Apparently, cherry picking season started last week. You can drive up to Palmdale and visit one of about 15 different orchards and pick as many cherries as you'd like.
You'll notice right away that there is one orchard that is completely commercialized with big signs, and tour buses parked outside. We skipped this place for several of the smaller family-owned orchards. Our reasoning was that we wouldn't be contending with picked-over trees.
At the entrance they give you a big plastic bucket, or smaller buckets made out of old coffee cans, and a stick with a hook to pull down the higher branches. The trees are all eye level so we didn't really need to use the stick.
Because it is still early in the season, the cherries were plentiful, but they weren't all ripe yet.
Regardless, we managed to fill two bucketfuls of cherries. But I'm sitting here now, wondering what in the world I'm going to do with all these cherries.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I saw the book with the black cover and red ribbon at the bookstore and picked it up because it was thick and I needed something to read on a long flight. I started reading the first couple chapters and couldn't put it down. I had to go back to the store two days later and pick up the next two books because I was still a few days away from my flight. I came back from my trip having read all three (at the time) books and a total Twilight fanatic.
Every year in July, there's the big ComiCon convention and I've gotten into the habit of going. Not because I'm into comics that much but because I used to work for one of the big movie studios and they always go and present their upcoming movies there, kinda like an upfront (see yesterday's post).
I saw that there was this new studio and they were presenting "Twilight." Hmm, I wondered if it was the same Twilight. I looked into it and sure enough, it was the same Twilight. I made a note to attend this presentation, only because I wanted to see if their interpretation of Edward Cullen could ever live up to the description in the book.
My sister and friend and I endured a two hour wait just to get into the 5000 seat auditorium. I didn't think everybody was waiting for Twilight. The way they set up, once you're in, you're in for the entire day. As you leave, new people are let in. We get in, sit through a few other studio presentations and the main event starts. I couldn't hear a thing when they showed a clip of the movie, the screaming was so loud. Then, the studio brought out most of the Cullens, Edward, Bella, Jacob out on stage. I had to cover my ears to keep my eardrums in tact.
And yes, I have my ticket to Eclipse
Friday, June 18, 2010
The round tables were set up in a hotel ballroom and we almost filled one of the tables. A fresh faced young man (he couldn't have been more than a freshman in college) asked if he could join us at the table. I think I grunted a 'yes' as I stuffed my face with scrambled eggs and guzzled coffee. The kid next to me didn't seem to want anything to eat or drink and he seemed awfully nervous.
The WB presentation starts and I try not to doze off as they show us why they are #1. We've sat through at least three presentations already where the network claims to be #1-- in households, in A18-49, in total viewers, or in kids with at least one tat. Everybody is #1 at something.
Finally, they start showing clips of their new shows. They're really excited about this show called "Dawson's Creek." About halfway through, I and the rest of the gang start to notice the similarities between Dawson and the kid sitting next to me. After the clip airs, they turn on the lights and the kid stands up, introduces himself, and makes a very composed and impressive speech and sits back down.
Now all of a sudden, I'm worried my hair is sticking up in the back or I have parsley stuck between my teeth. We try to make small talk but we don't have anything in common. He has clear skin and is beautiful, we all have spots and blotches from the greasy food and hours we've been suffering. He is young and eager and just out of school. We are old and tired and wished we were back at school.
After another half hour or so of uncomfortableness, we go back to our hotel suite/prison and 'Dawson' catches the subway back to wherever he's from. We buy as many Dawson's Creek ads as we can get away with without our bosses noticing.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Today, however, I was a bit careless and left my new shiny patent leather handbag open and on the floor. I thought nothing of it until I was cleaning out the kitty privy and noticed some long thin black strands in the poop box. Upon closer inspection I realized they were parts of wire.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The main enemy I have been fighting has been boredom. After sitting home for two weeks, playing the 'how little can I spend on groceries' game, I e-mailed my neighbor who coincidentally, had quit her job four days before I got laid off.
Together, we reasoned that we cannot eat every single meal at home. And so the weekly 'ladies who lunch' project began. We started with a Indian Food place where we had curry and tikka masala, then to a place known for their juicy pork dumplings. Then on to sushi, Korean tofu house, Vietnamese cuisine, Tapas, even an In-and-Out burger run!
We talked about jobs and complained about carbs, even as we consumed massive quantities of them, then vowed to go to the gym.
Today was our last lunch for a while. Sadly, or happily, depending on how you look at it, we will both be starting new gigs soon. We ended on a high note with lunch at this dim sum place called "King Hua Restaurant" on Main Street.
We ordered a dizzying array of fried taro balls, noodles, potstickers (two kinds!), bread things filled with meats, egg custards, sesame dessert things, then rolled on home to guiltily remember the word 'calories' which I conveniently forgot earlier.
--The Cat Lady