Thursday, October 27, 2005

Airports And Headshots!

Yesterday was rather hectic. Katie had an appointment to get her new headshots taken at 10, but had previously agreed to take her boss to the airport at 9:40. Quite the dilemma. The compromise was for me to deliver Katie to her appointment early so I could boogie on down to pick up her boss and drive her to the airport, then go back and retrieve Katie after her headshots were done. Her appointment was in the hills just off the famous Mulholland Drive on the less famous Mulholland Terrace. The guy lived in a $1.4 million house and looked exactly like one would expect a professional photographer in Hollywood to look: barefoot, Kangol, and one of those stupid soul patch things that just says to me he is far too lazy to get that pesky shaving cream all over his face. After dropping Katie off (he keenly noted that she was early) I raced back down the mountain to fetch her boss. Her boss is a character indeed. No matter how many times I tried to correct her (15, by my count) she refuses to call her Katie, but calls her Cathy instead. But I got her to the airport on time, and got $20 for my troubles. Katie and I used that to go out to the California Pizza Kitchen for lunch. And no, they don't just call it "Pizza Kitchen" out here.

I am happy to report that my modest exercises have started to pay off. I got to cinch my belt one notch tighter, but that comes with a price. My jeans which were too big to begin with have crossed the line from moderately ridiculous to almost ludicrous. In other aerobic news, anyone want to guess what Mario Lopez, better known as A.C. Slater from 'Saved By The Bell' is up to? He's the captain of the L.A. Ultimate Dodgeball team. I guess when you cheat on the Dorito girl and loose your seat on the gravy train, you have to support yourself by other means. In his case, other means include elevating a school yard game to an actual profession.

I really want to go skiing this year, and Karol, Michele, and I are trying to put something together. So far the plan is to go to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It looks like they have some really good trails, and hopefully they will have a good amount of snow. I also want to go to Switzerland to go skiing next year. This will take much more planning, and certainly more funding, but I hope more people get to go. I think it would be good times if Katie and Russ and Ben could all go on that trip. I came up with this plan because I was in the mood for some good cheese, and I also got reminiscent after riding the Matterhorn at Disneyland.

In showbiz news, Katie met on of the producers of "Gray's Anatomy" the other night in class. She was pretty excited because that's her current favorite show, and the producer had lots of nice things to say about her acting. Even more exciting is that she'll be in the background in an upcoming episode of "Scrubs." I'll post more details when I get them Finally, we are going to the El Capitan theater in Hollywood tomorrow night to see 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' and none other than Tim Burton is scheduled to be in attendence. I'm fairly excited about that myself. Headshots, high speed runs to the airport, and screenings with the director. All just another week in Hollywood!

3 Comments:

At 10:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

HOLY SWEET MOTHER COW!!! Make sure you keep me posted via a direct phone call exactly when I must turn on the television to see Katie make her debut in the world's funniest prime time half hour comedy programme. Also, make sure you budget in how much you'll have to pay to take ME to Switzerland. I'll keep Katie company OFF the slopes, where I will be sitting, sipping hot cocoa, and NOT hurtling backwards through the crowd on my ass. Don't worry, I'll make my flavor of the week pay his own way. And possibly pick up part of my tab.

 
At 10:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

PS- don't mess with Zack Branf, Banf, Bozo's car. He might punch you. I saw it on punk'd.

 
At 11:50 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey, uh, you're slipping. POST?

 

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