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Dec. 3rd, 2004 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bryant"What is there to do on a Friday night in LA?"
Go to a trendy Thai restaurant somewhere in West Hollywood. Flirt with the waitress, who turns out to be the lead in a new indie film directed by some guy who was discovered three months ago by Stephen Soderberg; she's waiting to get experience so she can get further into the character. She invites you to an after-hours party thrown by Parker Posey. You get there, with her, but it turns out that Parker Posey lost all her indie cred when she appeared in Blade: Trinity so you and the waitress and a guy you meet at the party who plays bass for the best post-punk melodothrash band in Serbia all take off together in his original VW Beetle and wind up at a permanent floating poker game slash rave run by Wil Wheaton down in Venice Beach. He really digs finding out what you do and you and the waitress and the bass player and a hitchhiking chick who you picked up and who turns out to be an activist poet from Venezula on a speaking tour to raise money for the cause, you all go play some D&D with Wil as the GM. It rocks a lot. You fall asleep in the middle of the game and wake up sometime Saturday in a box at the Staples Center. There's a cigar on your chest with a note -- "You can play a rogue in my game any time, love, Wil!" You smoke the cigar while watching some kind of existential circus preparing for the evening's show; while wandering out of the building later, you run into Arnold, who is smoking the same kind of cigar. He likes you because of this and offers you a job as an aide, but you turn it down because of moral qualms about the Kennedy family. As you make your way back home, you realize that the cigar was laced with some obscure hallucinogen, or maybe the street really is filled with mimes reenacting the siege of Stalingrad? It's so hard to tell in LA. Finally you get home, where the waitress is waiting, and she made some soup in a really grounded down home kind of a way and it seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship that will last at least for the rest of the day. Saturday night? Well, that'll be a completely different story.
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:31 pm (UTC)"Yeah, this place is dead, anyway."
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:38 pm (UTC)And then I liked it enough to post it. I'm horrendously egotistical about my writing, although I try not to show it. I love it so much when the words fall into place and the tone works and all.
I hate it when I fail, though. I wrote a session summary for Huey Long's Men of Action today and it sucked. Possibly I wrote the above just for the sake of getting the bad writing out of my system.
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:40 pm (UTC)++thai
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Date: 2004-12-03 10:59 pm (UTC)Ain't life sweet
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Date: 2004-12-04 02:19 pm (UTC)Re: Ain't life sweet
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Date: 2004-12-04 04:54 pm (UTC)Is good.
-R
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