LA, Old Men, and Bobcats

Oh blog. I'm not even sure where to begin. My life is freakin CRAZY. Unfortunately I have to censor myself a bit here so I can't even delve into the full extent of craziness. Look out for my autobiography in 20 some years.

Audition wise, things are going ok. I've been on two so far. One was for a student film where I was reading for the role of a prostitute. I did pretty awesome, lol. I wore my Pretty Womanesque boots and rocked it. I got called back for that one but they ended up going with an older asian woman for the role so, ce la vie. The second audition I found out about because I was over at a friends house playing beer pong with the producer. Everyone is connected here. It's actually pretty cool. I didn't book that one, but felt like I did a good job with it. Weird thing is . . . in New York when you have a kiss in an audition scene, you usually don't do it during the audition. Or if you do, then you discuss it first. So imagine my surprise when I was layed on a big wet one . . . by a 70 year old man. Definitely the oldest person I've ever kissed, haha. By a few decades.

People out here have been really cool so far. I still don't have a car (finger's crossed it will go through today!) and people have been great about taking me places. I love New York to death, but people out here are just so much nicer. I mean, you can be held up in line at the grocery store for 20 minutes just because the cashier is chatting up the customers. Which was annoying at first, but I'm trying to slow down my East Coast Rush state of mind, so it's ok. Don't get me wrong. I love New York and miss it a lot. But this place is pretty damn cool too. One day when teleportation exists, I'll have the best of both worlds.

Oh and I was chased by a bobcat. My friend and I were leaving his place and there it was. Staring us down. I wasn't scared. I just started walking by, minding my own business. Until my friend (who is 6'4") started freaking out and tried to HIDE BEHIND ME. This obviously stirred up the large feline and he began to saunter towards us. Me being the super hero that I am, calmed down the cat and ushered us into the car with no problems. Just call me the cat whisperer.

So, off I go. Another day, another adventure. Life is just more fun when it's crazy.