Miley Cyrus is actually relatable to my life ...

Monday, May 03, 2010

Oh my me! I’ve been neglecting this blog like a red-headed stepchild. Last week I blamed my lack of posting on my boring, uneventful life. This week I’m going to blame it on complete and utter laziness.

It’s hard to blog when you have nothing to say or in my case, when your daily life is consumed with nothing but thoughts and events that couldn’t possibly be entertaining to anyone other than myself or a deaf and blind person (I’m looking at you, Helen Keller … ).

Do you want to hear about the stupid fight me and Clayton had?

No.

Do you want to hear about how Clay and I spent the rest of the day “making up”?

Possibly.

Do you want to hear about how I sucker-punched some stupid chick who was talking smack about me at the bar on Friday night?

HELLZ YES!

Well, if that ever happens, I’ll be sure to tell you about it.

Oh, but I did just completely remember that the REAL reason I didn’t post in the last several days (in addition to the fact that my computer was deader than a door nail) is because …

… I was in Los Angeles!

I take back everything I said about my life being lackluster and predictable! I was in sunny L.A. for four days last week …

… for business.

Okay, so my life is still boring. But at least I picked up and moved my boringness to a side of the country I’ve never been to.

I can't really say too much about the nature of the trip because I prefer not to divulge where I work. Even though I work for an exciting, ever-expanding company that's headed by strong, business-minded individuals who know the industry inside and out, it's in my best interest to keep the specific details about my work life off the internet. Respect, yo!

Anyway, yes, I was in L.A. for the first time ever and I was really disappointed that I didn’t get to see Heidi Montag darting across the street with her new boobs. For some reason I assumed celebrities ran rampant in the streets just like the STD’s they carried, but that’s just me and my silly Midwestern beliefs. However, one of the girls I worked with over there is a student at UCLA and she casually mentioned that James Franco came into her office a lot and Reese Whitherspoon frequented their student café. Just knowing someone who’s seen them made me feel like James and Reese’s were my own friends … twice removed. It was amazing. I woke up the next mornin' feeling like P. Diddy.

Los Angeles is beautiful, if you like smog. But the hills were gorgeous and every bit as Hollywood fantastic as MTV makes it out to be. Flying over the city to touch down at LAX (o.m.g. “Party in the U.S.A.” was in my head the ENTIRE trip) gave a perfect view into the backyards of the elite. If you fly over a residential neighborhood in Indiana, every couple of houses has a pool. If you fly over a residential neighborhood in L.A., every house has a pool and every couple of houses have a tennis court. I felt poor just sitting in the plane.

But the highlight of my search for the California glitz and glamor was driving past Fox Studios and seeing the building that GLEE is filmed in.

I was in awe driving down famous streets like Sunset Blvd and seeing MGM studios, an actual Pink Taco restaurant, and taking a tour of Bel Air. I even saw Beverley Hills High School! But I’m pretty sure those 90210 kids graduated in like 1996, so I was more or less like “whatevers” on that one.

The people I traveled around the city with were mostly glued to their Blackberries or iPhones and didn’t seem to have their faces plastered to the window quite as hard as I did. They’ve seen it all before, it was old news. But not to me - I don’t ever want to get to a point in my life when I’m not amazed or surprised by things like this. If I ever become a famous writer, rock star (shut up, it could totally happen), or advertising guru that jet sets for a living, I still want to have my face pressed up against the window hoping I get a glimpse of something cool or different from what I see everyday. I never want to be culturally complacent. And yes, let’s be honest, L.A. is a completely different culture. I ate at the crappiest looking Mexican restaurant on the planet, but it STILL had $10 valet parking.

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3 comments

  1. OMG Stick Stickly is dead?????? I had NO IDEA. Great now I will be depressed for the rest of this week.

    In LA did you at least get the stiletto memo?

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  2. "Party In The U.S.A." is the go-to L.A. anthem. I was there with friends last November and we might have cranked it up in our rented SUV at every single intersection in the city. I'm surprised they didn't kick us out, actually.

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  3. I singing the song to myself as we were landing at LAX and I wanted so badly to tell my co-worker how this song finally made sense to me, but I chickened out because 24 year-olds quoting Miley Cyrus is not cute. NOT.

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