Killing the Dream
I've been back in L.A. now for a couple days which is a little sad considering most people go to Sundance supposedly for the "art" of filmmaking and yet most leave before the awards ceremony. Makes you wonder what everyone's intentions going there really are. Anyway, I was ready to come back to weather that didn't require gloves, scarves, or heavy overcoats. There are some things afterall that I love about L.A. Since being back I picked up some freelance work with a production company. I can't really say which movie I've been working on but I can say it's highly anticipated and following in the footsteps of the broadway turned blockbuster trend. I've gotten to know the production crew pretty well as well as some of the actors on set and got invited to a SAG after party last night. I didn't stay too long since I had to wake up at 5 this morning to be on set but it was interesting. I decided to pace myself and drink a "mixed" martini as opposed to straight up vodka. It seemed to work since I surpassed my normal drinking limit.
Of course it became more interesting when under the influence. I spotted some of the cast of Grey's Anatomy which for me was an event in itself for me since I've recently become a fan of the show since Season 2. I got to meet Isaiah Washington who play Burke who was extremely nice and polite. I saw "Spederline" who looked like a polished train wreck still. Kevin needs a hair cut desperately because the Steven Segal look was doing absolutely nothing for me and Brit, well, she's Brit... Also saw the Desperate Housewives chicks and no matter how hard I try, I can never get into that show so needless to say I wasn't too excited to see them. I did overhear one of Lindsay Lohan's people talking about her so called recent bad luck of losing her diary and tripping on some stairs. It's funny because they were laughing about it and jokingly pondering what's going to happen next as if it's all planned. Well maybe not the stitches in her head part (that would be insane) but seriously, who the hell brings their diary to a nightclub since that's where the diary was allegedly stolen. Come on...and these so called juicy details of Jared Leto and Adam Levine that we'll never hear about hence meaning they don't exist. Sometimes I wish I lived in a small town where all this news would be believable and I was naive enough to buy into all of it. Oh well, that's Hollywood, killing the dream.
