Heading Out Californy Way!

Before we get too cozy here, I want to warn you: I am not a professional blogger. I have never had a blog. I just learned how to use GoogleDocs this year. If you’re looking for am amazing feat of internet brilliance, I cannot help you. If you’re looking to hear the triumphs and failures of a Basic Cable Intern- hopefully with a few laughs along the way, then you’ve come to the right place.

Welcome to the life of the Basic Cable intern.

Since receiving the internship offer in early December, my life has been a whirlwind. I had about 4 weeks to find out when I was leaving, how I was getting there, where I was living and why I was going. The day I left, January 5th, the only questioned answered was how I was getting there- the only solution- Gold Jeep Wrangler.

My Mom and I set sail early that morning. I’d be lying if I said it was easy, but I’d also be lying if I said I was able to contain my excitement. There’s nothing quite like driving across country. It’s one of those things I’d read about and romanticized but never really considered doing. Luckily, I was forced to do it. It took us three days to get to LA. First night we stopped in Oklahoma City, OK. The second day we traveled through the top tip of Texas, New Mexico and Arizona, stopping in Flagstaff where surprisingly enough there were several inches of snow on the ground. I didn’t know it snowed in Arizona period.

After a restless couple of nights, approximately 24 diet cokes/Dr peppers and roughly 26 hours in the car, it was finally time to make the final trek to Los Angeles, known to many as the “Place the movie pictures are made”.

Yes, the trip was quite an adventure.

Once in the city of Los Angeles, Mom and I began the hunt for the Holiday Inn Express. We looked to the left and the right, and found nothing. Suddenly to my left I noticed the famed Forest Lawn Holly Wood Hills Cemetery where famous classic performers like Lucille Ball, Bette Davis, Buster Keaton, Gene Autry, Ricky Nelson and more recently Brittany Murphy and David Caradine are buried. Momentarily in awe, I slowed the car to catch a look at the famed memorial grounds when Mom sends me flying out of my skin, ” MEG! LOOK AT THAT!”

Worried I had rear-ended a Ferrari of some kind I slam on the breaks, then look to my left. And that’s when I saw it: The Warner Brothers water tower.

That’s when it hit home for me. That’s when I knew I’d arrived. It was invigorating. It was just like The Animanics said it would be.

The rest of the weekend was a blur. Dad flew in from Indy, only to fight the worst traffic in the world to get to our hotel. The folks and I met with several people who will be key players in the rest of my adventures: Tracy- the sassy, eccentric, independent woman with whom I’m living, Kate and Aaron- the husband and wife dream team that are the closest thing I have to family out here, and Kyle and Allie- the fun loving, easy going twosome that let me crash at their place my first week in LA- special credit to Kyle, KBB as I like to call him, for getting my resume and cover letter to CONAN in the first place.

While I’m thanking people, special love and shout outs go to my family for all their support, especially my parents, I love you Mom and Dad. Without you none of this would be possible. Thank you for encouraging me to follow my dreams!

I promise future posts to be more detailed and interesting. But for now I’ll leave you with the first of my hopefully reoccurring segment, “Things Are Different in California”:

1) Everyone drives like a jag-off. That was the first lesson I learned and the last one I’ll forget. But watch out California, Meg Elliott’s here and she’s been driving aggressively since 2005.

2) Many of the streets, districts, and cities have Spanish names. Despite being colonized by the Spanish and heavily populated by Mexicans, nothing is pronounced in proper Spanish. For example, the area “Los Feliz” one would assume is pronounced, like “los fEEliz” as in Feliz Navidad, HOWEVER, Californians are adamant that it is “los feLiSSSS”. And any street that includes the double L’s- a common staple in Spanish that makes a sort of “yee” sound- is pronounced like two L’s. Example: Camarillo St. should be “CamarYEEo” but is prnounced “Cam-ar-iL-Lo”

These Californians think they’re SOOO great. I can drive a stick shift in a tornado AND took about 9 years of French. I got this thing licked.

One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Scott on February 11, 2011 at 6:08 am

    Great blog. I’ll take good writing over the bells and whistles of the internet any day.

    Paul and I got blown off course by a white out blizzard heading to the Grand Canyon from Flagstaff. I’m with you: to us simple, corn-eating, baskethoopers, Arizona=hot.

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