I did it! I have arrived. I hopped off the plane at L.A.X., with my team and my ticket in hand. Welcome to land of famous acts, am I gonna fit in?
Little known fact: when you walk off the plane they hand you head shots. I didn't know that. It's a nice touch. Now, me in California is a bad idea, because I just walk around acutely alert of my surroundings, constantly asking and pointing at people "Are they famous? Are they famous? What would I know them from? How many IMDB credits do they have?" I literally have not blinked since we got here.
Being here for business is different from being here for pleasure. For one thing, I have no time during the day to do fun things. But at night, anything is fair game. Of course, that's when I'm sleeping, but still...
I am going to really enjoy my time here in California. Don't ask me to move out here because I will do it, no questions asked. They are going to have to drag me kicking and screaming back on to the plane in three weeks. But until then, you can catch me flying down the 405 with my Oakleys on. Peace!