Unreal. That’s all I have to say about the past 36 hours. Well, also that LA and I are a match made in heaven so far. My nerves are gone for now (I have my first interview at Syndicate PR tomorrow morning and the jitters will be back) and I feel dumb for being so nervous. I can say that so far my experience has been utterly amazing and I haven’t even ventured out beyond about a two mile radius from the Park LaBrea complex.
Park LaBrea is unlike anything I have ever experienced it my entire life. I’m sitting here racking my scattered brain for something to compare it to and I’m coming up empty. The complex is arranged in a circular pattern (complete with its own roundabouts that Dublin, OH would be proud of) with sets of highrise apartment buildings surrounded by smaller condos. EVERYTHING LOOKS THE SAME. Upon arriving into this sprawling 32 acres (if I remember correctly) the cab driver got lost numerous times. When the Enterprise dude came to get me, he proceeded to get lost finding his way out. AND THESE PEOPLE LIVE HERE. So imagine, to my little surprise, what happens when my roommates and I walk to dinner last night and proceed to get utterly lost.
The evening started out well. We left about 10 minutes before dinner and actually made it out of PL (I’m using these initials from now on to refer to Park LaBrea) and only arrived to Buddha’s Belly (which has fantastic eggrolls, btw) about 15 minutes late. We leave dinner with a big group of people- only 1 of us had the smarts to bring a map of the complex with us- and think we’re making a short cut by using a side gate instead of walking around to the main entrance. BIG NO NO. This is where it all went wrong. The 3 of us split off because our apt. building is in a completely different direction than the others. This was mistake #2 as none of us had a map. This dumb decision led to 3 girls wondering around for about 45 minutes, ultimately proving that we have no sense of direction and that one must always carry a map.
Best part of the night is when we decided to stop wondering around and stand on the corner waiting for our 4th roomie to come find us and show the way home (which turned out to be on the complete opposite side of the complex). During this wait, a man got out of his car, opened his trunk and proceeded to put a sailors hat on top of his head. He then got back in and drove off. At this moment in time, I finally understood how Dorothy felt the moment she landed in OZ. Lesson learned, always carry a map of said apt. complex with you. And if you think you should go in one direction, chances are you destination is in the complete opposite. At least, according to my warped sense of direction.
So that was my first night in Los Angeles, definitely learned a few things that I will not forget during my stay at PL. Now my first day was full of lessons too. But those are for next time. . .
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