However, this is not the common LA experience. Most people who live and work here spend their time driving. Driving home, driving to a bar, driving downtown, driving, driving, driving. You cannot get around the city without a car, and the temperatures in traffic are not 75. While there is a slight breeze, usually you are getting a giant wiff of pollution, not seasalt.
On my second day of shooting with a real film crew, I had my first "real" LA day. My boyfriend Peter is directing a short film, which is an adaptation of the first story in James Joyce's The Dubliners, a novel of short stories. Peter is modifying The Sisters, a story about the death of a boy's childhood father figure, into a modern film.
My job on set was "The Muscle". Put up lights, carry camera equipment, assist the cameraman, change lenses, run extention cords, and distract the director by cracking jokes between takes. ( P.S. It was absolutely fantastic. I am in love with the entire film process.) Often times I was running to pick up something we had forgotten. Like lunch. Sitting in traffic, and sweating in the sun, I began to smile. Letting this unique LA experience set in. This is how the locals do it, I thought. And then, in my daydream and quintessential rush to get to my destination, I didn't see the cars stopping and hit the elderly couple in front of me.
Welcome to Los Angeles.