After such a great week, I knew it would be hard to leave Los Angeles. Oh sure, I missed my boy and all of my family and friends, but I really didn’t understand why they couldn’t just pack up and come to California. I tried talking everyone into it, but they all declined. I’m guessing it’s because they just don’t know how great it is there.
My alarm went off around 5:45 am on that last morning, and it sounded more annoying than usual. I took one final shower, using the fancy little hotel soaps since my stuff was all packed up. After drying off, I put that super amazing robe on and refused to get dressed until the last possible second. Wearing it down to the lobby to check out crossed my mind, but I decided it would be best to part ways in my room so we could say goodbye in private.
That’s a headband on the bed, by the way. I know it looks like underwear but nope!
My driver arrived ten minutes early, just as I was checking out. He loaded my suitcase while I climbed into the back of his swanky SUV, saying goodbye to the valet guys one last time.
On the way to LAX we talked about the semester he spent in South Korea, and (as conversations with me usually go), we ended up on the topic of food. At some point he told me about some of the celebrities he’s met, including one of the guys from the Hangover movies and the show Community. Turns out, Community films next door to where The Doctors tapes, and he sees this guy whenever he has to pick someone up at the Paramount lot.
I told everyone before I left that I don’t watch enough tv to really know who some of these celebrities are, and that I could be sitting right next to one and not know it. I guess I might have been right, because I remember seeing a couple of vaguely familiar-looking people when I left the studio.
Traffic wasn’t horrible that early in the morning, so we got to the airport with plenty of time. I checked my bag (which was 47 pounds when I left Indiana, but was somehow 52 pounds when it got weighed at LAX…oops) and found my gate with ease. Since I had about an hour before my flight began boarding, I decided to wander around.
I had a middle seat on my non-stop flight home, of course. It wasn’t horrible, though. The guy at the window even leaned back so I could take a look at the west coast as we flew over.
Nothing exciting really happened on the flight. I did some reading, then had lunch, then read some more.
I eventually started having trouble keeping my eyes open, so I took a short nap…Which is a first, because I’ve never been able to sleep on a plane.
When I woke up, the flight attendant was offering drinks again. I ended up with a shot glass of coffee, but it didn’t help much.
We were pretty close to Indy by that point, so I packed up my book and pulled out the SkyMall.
The BF was waiting for me at baggage claim, and he seemed pretty excited to see me. We stopped for a bite to eat and I was suddenly starving, so I ordered a BLT and fried pickles. And then I stuffed myself.
We stopped to pick up the boy at my mom and dad’s, and I gave everyone their presents. Mom and the boy got shirts, dad got a hat, and the BF got a sweet 11×14 Star Wars movie poster reprint.
By the time we got home I was exhausted, so I put the boy to bed (I had really missed our bedtime routine) and then found myself doing the same thing.
I was glad to be home.
***If anyone from the Roosevelt is reading this, feel free to send me a robe. Consider it a late birthday gift…But does it come in a smaller size?
If you’ve been following along with my California posts wondering when I’d get to the television show, today is the day you’ve been waiting for!
I can’t really go into a ton of detail about the actual episode, but I can show you what led up to the taping!
A driver picked me up at 7:10 am on Thursday morning. I was showered, with a light layer of foundation and straightened hair as instructed by a producer. I hadn’t had a chance to drink nearly enough coffee, unfortunately.
We arrived at Paramount and I was lead to my dressing room, which I shared with the gal that also shared a segment with me. She was really sweet and fun, and I was glad for the company. Someone brought me a coffee, and I had to resist the urge to hug her. We were then told that someone would come for us when it was hair and makeup time.
They also left bagels and muffins, so I made sure to inhale a little of both. Hey, I didn’t want to be rude!
I eventually got whisked away to have my hair done, and I had a nice chat with my hair lady about our kids.
Once my hair was done, I went back to the dressing room to wait a little more.
There’s a lot of waiting in this television business.
My makeup guy was so much fun…He used to do Pam Anderson’s makeup for Baywatch, and he was from Ohio but had family from Indiana. We talked about all sorts of things while he worked
So once all of that was done, I headed back to my dressing room to meet with wardrobe.
The outfit I brought was deemed worthy, so I got dressed while they went to find some jewelry. I ended up wearing my grandma’s necklace and ring, and a pair of the wardrobe department’s earrings (which I need to mail back because, oops).
A producer came in and went over my segment with me, then we waited some more before being taken to the soundstage. I got mic’d, then I waited some more before being led out. I won’t go into any detail about what happened during taping, because I’m not sure what I’m legally allowed to talk about. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see the episode!
So that was my big, exciting morning at the studio! A driver took me back to the Roosevelt, where I changed and went on my normal afternoon walk.
After my walk, I had a snack by the pool and returned to my room to pack. That night, I had dinner at Katana to celebrate taping the show. It was incredible, and I would highly recommend it to anyone in the LA area. Tamala Jones was a few tables away, and right next to me was some guy from Lionsgate (I think).
I was so into how amazing the food was, Bugs Bunny could’ve sat down next to me and I wouldn’t have noticed.
Would it be weird to fly to LA just to eat there again?
Are you sick of hearing about my trip yet? Well too bad!
Just kidding. Or not, really…
So here are more pictures!
Ok, so I’m sure you’re over hearing about how much I loved my hotel…Not to worry, I think that was the last of the hotel pictures. Maybe.
The cool thing about staying on Hollywood Boulevard is that all you have to do is walk outside to find something interesting. I took walks every day, heading in different directions, to check stuff out. One day I accidentally wandered a little too far… The stripper clothing stores and dirty pawn shops made me think I should turn around, and the homeless guy kicking trash cans and screaming, “I want to die” definitely made me move a little faster.
My routine in LA was pretty awesome, really. I did the back story shoot right when I arrived, so I had a lot of free time until the show taped on Thursday morning. On both Tuesday and Wednesday, I woke up around 7:00 and had a pot of coffee sent up. I would turn the local news on and fire up my laptop to work until around 9:00. Then it was time to change and go down to the pool, where I would read my book until at least noon. Both days, I showered and changed to head out for my walk, fully intending to grab a snack. Both days, I totally forgot about the snack because there were just way too many other things to see and do.
Eventually it would be time to go back for dinner. Tuesday night I ordered room service, and Wednesday night I ate at Public Kitchen. The staff was so friendly that I ended up going back down to have a bloody Mary at the bar.
Thursday was The Big Day, and I will talk about that in more detail tomorrow.
Oh, look, I snuck some more hotel pics in there!
Ok, last one.
I made it back to Indiana safe and sound last night. Three things:
A. 50° feels freezing cold
B. The time change is kicking my ass
C. I had to make my own coffee AND drive myself somewhere today
So rather than give you a play-by-play of my trip, I thought I could just do pictures. I took lots, so the next few posts will probably be more LA stuff. Ok? Ok! Here we go:
Fun fact: The staircase in the bottom right was the one Shirley Temple used to tap dance on.
Stay tuned for more photos!
I can’t talk about my trip to LA without mentioning my very cool hotel…The Hollywood Roosevelt. It’s located on Hollywood Boulevard, across from the Chinese Theater and down the block from Madame Tussauds wax museum.
My room is awesome, and I’m really considering stealing the bed linens because they’re wonderful.
I worked all morning yesterday, then early in the afternoon I did some exploring and made my way to the pool…
I took a walk yesterday evening, just around my hotel, and had a lot of fun discovering things. I got a couple of pics with some celebrity impersonators (Samuel L. Jackson, Darth Vader and a Storm Trooper) to send to The BF, and I made a quick stop at CVS to pick up some drinks.
I mean, I’m not paying 4.00 for a glass of iced tea. Nope.
A lot of people have mentioned the fact that my hotel is thought to be haunted. I did a lot of Googling…Turns out, a handful of ghosts are supposed to be hanging around. Marilyn Monroe practically lived here for a while, as did Montgomery Clift. Apparently, you’re supposed to be able to encounter ol’ Montgomery on the 9th floor, and Miss Marilyn occasionally appears in a mirror. I haven’t found the mirror yet, but I will keep hunting. I may have already had a visitor, as I mentioned yesterday, but last night was ghost-free.
Something else I found pretty interesting: The hotel opened in 1927, and was the site of the first Academy Awards. Cool, huh?
Today, I look forward to spending some time at the pool once it opens, and possibly taking another walk this afternoon. Tomorrow is THE BIG DAY, then I fly home Friday.
I feel like it’s all going by so fast! I don’t want it to end, but I really miss my sweet boy and everyone else at home.
And I still don’t quite believe that it’s real.
So as I said yesterday, I traveled from Indianapolis to LA with a short stop in Chicago. It was seriously the longest day ever. I woke up at 3:45am to make sure I’d have plenty of time to shower and get to the airport (we live about an hour from Indy).
The BF dropped me off, and I tried to say goodbye to my sweet boy but he just laughed and threw Bear (his now constant companion) at me. SO MUCH FOR A TOUCHING MOMENT, KID.
Turns out, I didn’t really need to get to the airport quite so early…I didn’t experience a single line. I mean, not one. I ended up getting my laptop out at my gate to try and get a little work done. Turns out, no one I needed to talk to is at work that early…Especially the people in LA, since they’re three hours behind us.
My flight from Indy to Chicago was all of 40 minutes, on a little commuter plane. The layover was pretty uneventful, but I did have a little heart attack when I turned my phone back on and saw four missed calls from my mom and dad’s house. Surely there must have been some sort of emergency! I tried calling back but I just got a busy signal. Shit.
I found my gate, and I was about to call back when a call came in from my mom. When I answered, I got to listen to mom and my boy having a very in-depth conversation about blocks and what bear was doing. Turns out, my kid somehow figured out how to call my phone and had been doing it all morning. He called me a few more times before I was able to actually get through and talk to mom.
The flight from Chicago to LA was pretty uneventful. I read a book most of the time, while the guy next to me nodded off and came dangerously close to falling asleep on my shoulder. I might or might not have been slightly panicked over that, but luckily he woke up and moved.
Upon landing, I was met at baggage claim by my driver, a happy, funny Russian man named Felix. He grabbed my bag and escorted me to a sweet Lincoln MKX. I felt fancy.
I also felt smelly and gross from traveling all day. I was looking forward to having a quick shower at my hotel before meeting anyone…
Until Felix informed me that he was actually taking me to meet with a producer to shoot an interview.
OH yes. I suppose now would be a good time to let you all in on the secret, huh?
I am in LA to film an episode of the Emmy award-winning tv show The Doctors. After reading my article in XOJane, one of the associate producers emailed me inviting me to be on the show. I’m here in LA, I’ve already met with a producer and filmed and interview, and I still don’t believe it’s happening.
So there I was, being driven to an on-camera interview immediately after being awake for a stupid amount of time and traveling all day. I had zero makeup on, my hair had gone limp, I looked exhausted, and I felt smelly. Not awesome.
Once again, I didn’t need to worry. The producer called and explained that she thought we were meeting at a later time, so she would be there in about thirty minutes and would that be enough time for me to be camera-ready?
Well yeah. I can do makeup and hair in way less time than that!
By the time she got there I was ready, and her immediate response was, “You look great! You’re so pretty. I like your outfit!”
I liked her right away.
So we filmed my back story, then did a few shots just of me walking around and looking in the mirror. I guarantee I will look like a big ol’ douchenozzle when it airs, because I felt like one the whole time. It was really hard not to laugh while I was supposed to be looking thoughtful, or when I was supposed to just be looking around but I was sure I was going to fall down the stairs. I’m honestly a little worried to see that part.
After the shoot was over, we hung out and chatted while waiting for the driver to come get me. This time, I ended up with a younger guy that took me through the canyon to get to my hotel. I recognized the area from the movie Mulholland Drive, and it was really neat to see it in person. He pointed out a few things along the way, and we had a nice chat during the drive. He dropped me off at the Roosevelt and wished me luck.
Once in my room, I managed to get my clothes put away and make a few phone calls…Then I ordered room service, ate, and passed out. It was around 6pm CA time, so 9:00 Eastern time.
I woke up only once before my alarm went off this morning…At 5:44 am when the light in the entryway suddenly turned itself on and then back off. It made a slight popping noise, and I thought the bulb had burnt out. I checked it this morning, and nope…works just fine.
They say my hotel is haunted…perhaps I was visited by the ghost of a long-dead Hollywood star?