Home from La-La Land Round 1

I've committed one of Pioneer Woman's cardinal blogging sins.

She told me that I should supplement my blog daily, or at least every other day, in order to encourage growth.  By taking off a week, I seriously mal-nourish my little bloggie-machine and stunt it's growth.

Kinda like I stunted the growth of my beloved orchid.

Let me tell you a quick story about my botanic pursuits, and then I'll get to the fun stuff.  Like how I just spent 3 days in La-La Land.  (Which, ironically, is supposed to be the basis of this blog.  Oh, well.  P-Dubs also said I could go off on whim whenever I pleased.)

So the orchid.  I have a deep, deep love for orchids.  Like, I am mesmerized by them.  I have been known to have a picture of a single white orchid stem as the background on my computer for months at a time.  I know this is strange and unhealthy, and I should probably stick to pictures of humans that I love as my computer background.  But, alas- sometimes I don't do what I should.

I bought this orchid in February, and I loooooooovvvved it.  My suite mates thought I had lost it, because I threatened them within an inch of their life if they watered it.  (Orchids have a very particular watering schedule, you see.  I know this because I researched on Google.)  And then every day as I left for class, I would place the orchid in our floor where it would receive perfectly "filtered" sunlight.  The direct sun is just too strong for this delicate blossom.

So, yeah.  I was obsessed.  And terrified of killing. it.

Skip to 3 months later.  Clearly life got the best of me.  And the orchid.

Hopefully the blog survives my poor treatment.  Because nobody wants to look at that,  now do they?

Anyway, I indeed returned from Los Angeles yesterday.  I arrived in the land of fruits and nuts (that's what my dad calls it- I apologize if anyone is offended) Monday evening after a harrowing journey that was supposed to take about 4 hours and ended up taking 8.  Thanks for nothing, Delta.  (I'll be a Southwest customer from now on, thank you.)  I picked up my fancy-schmancy rental car (ha) from an offsite service that looked like a great set for a horror movie and I was on my way.

(This picture, by the way, represents two major reasons I am moving to California.  The obvious, "Hollywood," and the bougainvillea.  These charming flowers grow absolutely everywhere out here, and they make me want to be a better person.)

I had 3 interviews on Tuesday with casting companies, two for real jobs and one that was  "general information" meeting, because the company doesn't have any positions available now.  And... drumroll please... I got two offers! Wahoo!  The companies are great, and super different.  One casts a lot of independent films, and recently cast Black Swan.  (Weird movie, great casting.) I would post the names, but for some strange reason I feel like I might get in trouble for that.  I don't know why.  Jump on IMDB if you're really curious.

The other company has a great office in this giant building on Hollywood Blvd. right on the Walk of Fame and casts big time studio films, such as Twilight.  (I'll keep y'all posted on who the next Rob Patz is.)

I spent the next day frolicking on the beach with my aunt, uncle and my cousin's adorable babies (are these my second cousins? Are they my great cousins? Can I please just call myself their aunt?) because I didn't have a meeting until late that afternoon.

This interview was on the Sony lot, which is really cool.  First, because I got a "drive on," meaning that the man at the gate had my name and let me "drive on" to the lot.  And I felt like I was on Entourage.  Which, oh happy day, shoots all of the "studio lot" scenes at Sony. (I missed a scene by 3 days.  Bummer.  To Mark Wahlberg: Please bring Adrien Grenier and those amazing eyes back to Sony when I'm there, mmmkay?)

So the lot was great.  So was the office.  I got a half offer from this office, because they don't know if they will need someone at the exact moment I arrive in the state.  But I'll take it- because they cast films such as Eat Pray Love, Spiderman and Tree of Life.  Which is cool.  So my half-offer pretty much made my day.

As a lovely little conclusion to my journey, I got to see a friend from school and attend an advance screening of Bridesmaids (to those under 30: hilarious; to those over 30:... well... just don't do it) and catch up with Texans.  And let me tell you- when you are in the middle of crazy town with people from every end of the earth, hearing that familiar "y'all" will pretty much make everything right in the world.

So, in conclusion- I had a very successful preview to my new life.  I now have solid jobs (I like to call them that, even if they don't pay me) and friends to boot.

What more does a girl need?

Oh yeah. I need a roommate...

.......

Anyone?

Bueller?

Buuuuuuuuueeeelller???