This week, I'm telling the story of my move and first year in L.A. to commemorate the nine year anniversary.
Working on the movie in 2002 consumed me. The days were long, and usually punctuated by everyone headed to a bar or restaurant. Since I hadn’t done any sort of party scene in college, being around regular drinking was new to me. I was a little old to realize that certain judgments I had previously made on a lifestyle were incorrect.
I was, in so many ways, an anomaly in this group of people. In a world of tattoos and foul language, Dr. Megan and I were young, southern, sorority girls, who were easy to shock and easy to giggle. We were good at our jobs and happy to be exactly where we were at this exact moment in time. It didn’t cross my mind that life wouldn’t always be like that.
Somehow, without my knowing about it, I had secured a good job and made a few priceless friends. I distinctly remember sitting on the floor of a warehouse in the desert, perched between the legs of skateboarder Tony Hawk, securing bubble wrap to his body. I became so dizzy with the surreal-ness that I had to stand up and take stock of my life. We stared at each other for a moment, me at a living legend and him at a little girl, and then I resumed the task.
The year was full of memories like that, moments when I couldn’t believe how much had transpired, with no longer any time to dwell on them. I held the camera for the ending bit of the movie, and attended premieres and parties as a +1 to the people who had now become my friends. I was giddy with the glamour, that is on the days when I wasn’t dirty from this particular brand of humor.
After begging, pleading, and maybe a hint of manipulation, I weaseled my way onto the two-week shooting trip in Florida. I was the only production assistant they took on the road, so I worked myself to the point of delirium. On the sole day we had off, I slept straight and hard until 5pm. When I stumbled down the hotel hall in pajamas seeking a Dr. Pepper that evening, I ran into the sound guy. He took one look and burst out laughing.
It was also on the Florida trip when I had the first real conversation with my Big Boss. I had made friends with almost everyone else on the cast and crew, but not with the Director, who played a father figure-type role to the group. He stayed elusive. I wasn’t even sure he knew my name.
So I blushed when he chided me in the production van for reading Anna Karenina on set. Later we stayed up talking late into the night. It was all very innocent, but I walked away with a crush that I could never quite shake.
Title from a Andrew W.K. song that was on the movie soundtrack and played frequently in the office and in the production vehicles.