It’s been almost two weeks since I left AZ. How do I like it out here?….well I guess it just hasn’t been long enough to make a real call, but so far….I hate traffic, and I got a parking ticket.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my internship. Since I’ve started most of my tasks have been hunting for contact information. Mostly managers, agents, and marketing directors. A lot is on the net these days but you still got to do some digging. Although, it doesn’t really bother me, I’ve even asked if I could come in more often. For once I really enjoy what I’m doing, even if I’m not getting paid, because really that’s the last thing on my mind. I mean yeah I need money, but working in misery for cash really doesn’t compare to the joy of learning an industry you truly care about. I’ve changed my mind many times in life (hence why I’ve yet to leave community college) so maybe I might not enjoy this as much by the end of summer, but I feel by then I may have other tasks besides contact hunting.
That’s my 2 cents on the internship, but as far as adventures it’s been pretty chill, except last friday…
Last friday our company hosts Private Label at Lure Nightclub in Hollywood. It’s the very event that got me interested in this internship. Anyways, Miami Horror was on the lineup so I had been planning to attend it all week. That Friday I also made friends with one of the interns so it was good to know I wouldn’t be a lone there. We met before at a place called Delancey’s on Sunset and……..yeh. He mentioned he’d probably leave Private Label early and head to WeHo. What’s in WeHo? Well, it was gay pride weekend, and the gays were gonna be gettin dowwwn. He invited me and honestly I was quite thrown off. This guy had blended in better than a Canadian, and learning he was gay threw me off (not that there’s anything wrong with that). So yeah, my homophobia was goin a little crazy but by the time we got to Private Label, it was pretty dead. Either I let my close minded homophobia make me sit there and wait for the place to fill up a bit, or, I go to the gayest club (the Abbey) during the gayest time of year. “F*ck it, I’ll go”.
After that I’d rather not talk about what happened….
But really we went to the Abbey and well as you guessed it was more of a sausagefest than The Lodge in Scottsdale (I just heard my neighbor fart upstairs). The place was packed, and my homophobia was goin crazy. Just keeping my eyes forward trying not to make eye contact in fear of getting hit on. But the other intern and his crew kept me safe, cockblocking anybody trying to make a reach for me. I mean, I don’t mean to brag, but…..I did get hit on about 4 or 5 times……and if the same sex loves you…you know you look good…
But I was disappointed in the Abbey’s music. I mean, Cue Club has better taste, and if there’s one thing I always knew about gay clubs, was that they had great music. That disappointment lasted until we left for the next club, which I don’t remember the name of because the gays (I really don’t mean to sound rude, but gay does mean “happy” so I can’t sound tooooo derogatory) make A LOT stronger drinks. No tonic was present with those gins. Anyways, the next place had a lot better music. I distinctly remember just looking around and just seeing eeeevveeerrryyyybody gittin down to this “Everyday People” remix and it was, dare I say it, fabulous.
So 2 o’clock rolled around and it was about that time to leave. Oh and the intern was hammered and it was glorious to be out with a fellow coworker for the first time and just watch them go HAM.
I didn’t do much else that weekend, until Monday I met up with a fellow Wildcat (I know I don’t go to UofA but suck it) and I got to meet a couple of his roommates that joined us to go see a movie. Dillon (the Wildcat) is also a film student, so our goal was to see The Iceman, an indie flick featuring Michael Shannon, but when we got to the only theater nearby showing it, turns out…it’s a fat ass theater. As in you live the American dream sitting in a big ass reclinable chair being served food (while Africans starve) aaaaaand, alcohol. Dillon has yet to turn 21. So Long story short we saw….The Internship…yeah.
Three days later though we saw This is the End, and that, was better.
Can say more, but fingers don’t wanna type it, and it’s 2:30am. Gotsta wake up early tomorrow and finish a project for work. Ooooo a project? You fancy huh? No actually I’m using posters and markers…no seriously I sit on the floor, cuhlloring like a Vin Diesel fan. Okay I don’t sit on the floor, I use the conference table thank you very much. And if you don’t get the Vin Diesel reference, then you’re just a Tosh.0 fan, not a DANIEL Tosh fan.
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