Monday, September 18, 2006

Why work when you can play?

When I first got to LA a little over a year ago I only knew one person who lived here. I had no social life so I wrote all the time and finished projects or abandoned them halfway through completion, but I was working all the time.

Flash forward a year and I'm a busy little socialite. I woke up Saturday morning thinking I'd go to the gym then come home and write before going out dancing with girlfriends. I was already dressed in my best breathable spandexy type fabric when my neighbor knocked on my door to see if I wanted to go to the beach. I hemmed and hawed and succumbed. I live twenty minutes from the beach and I've only been there three times since I moved to LA. That's not right.

We stayed at the beach a while chatting and gawking at the hot lifeguard with the skinny legs, then joined her brother for lunch at Chili's. Then we decided to see The Last Kiss, but couldn't find a theater showing it within the hour despite driving past three or four on the way home. I really want to see that movie. I feel like I need to see that movie. Maybe some night this week.

I got home just in time to get ready to go out. My girlfriends and I went out to a club on Hollywood where we met people my girl invited back to her place where we danced around and went nuts until 8 a.m. at which point I collapsed in a heap. I woke up at 2 to go home with a complete plan of going to the gym and writing at least five pages. Instead I stared into space for an hour, screwed around on Myspace and washed some dishes. And believe me, the dish thing was important. I'm kind of disgusting and the food particles in my kitchen were forming a plot to seek apartment domination. But cleaning still didn't get me any pages written.

I was going to try to write at least a page or two before going to bed, but a friend called and we stayed on the phone for two hours. That's some damn good conversation. But it means I have to stop being lazy at work and get some pages done while I'm supposed to be teaching, or maybe cut back on my TV watching in the evenings. I'm sure as hell not giving up social time.

I used to lament the fact that nobody was around to go out with me on the weekends. Now my social life has begun to dominate my existence. I love LA.

1 comment:

  1. LA is magic by the ocean. Glad it's agreeing with you. I love it, too. It's fun to love a place that so many people loathe - it's like, if you don't like it, leave, let us have our playground of the biz and fabulous weather and great friends.


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