42. Seizing It

Day: August 24, 2011

Song: Brass Monkey, Beastie Boys

Meal: Turkey Burger with Lemony Kale Salad and Roasted Sweet Potatoes + Berry Cup Cocktail

Admission: Dear lord in heaven was today a big day or WHAT. Woke up at 5 and was on the road with the mom at 6 to head up to LA for my interview at The Sweet Shop (um hi, how perfect is that name, by the way? can't you just see the business card?) We were a little bit early so stopped for a coffee and 1 minute dance party to Brass Monkey, the song so oh so randomly playing in Surfa's. As weird as it is to say I really do think that helped calm my nerves, got rid of some of that nervous energy. Then it was time for the interview; the office was so chill, my interveiwers were the nicest people ever, but my interview itself lasted a whole 8 minutes. I was out before I was in. I left sort of bewieldered; I was almost back to my car when I saw Thomas in his pink shirt race after me asking if I wanted to meet with the Executive Producer. I did, OBV, and we had the most awesome conversation about Smuggler and we just seemed to click. I left feeling so bubbly. I'm really freaking hopeful about this, I think it might happen, but I'm trying to remain pragmatic so as to save myself crushing disappointment because THAT'S never fun. After that my mom and I went on an apartment hunt which was kind of a bust; I'm getting so fed up with this search, nothing I seem to find works, or things I find that would seem to work I can't actually get in touch with anyone to move forward with. Grrr. After that, drove home, had the best lunch of my life, had some champagne with the family to rehash the day, and got a call back from the Sweet Shop to come in FRIDAY, which will be my third time going up to LA this week aye yae yae. Ended the evening with a very distressing call from a good friend who really is having a hard time. the advice I gave to her and really tried to hear myself say so that I adopted it myself is that life really is to fragile and precious  to act like the dark times are all there is, an interminable black hole; it's simply not true and not worth it to live like that; what's the point then, you know?

I want to DO things.