I frequently feel the urge to flee LA — at least once a year — to be specific. When I’m gripped with the strong desire to go somewhere else it’s usually because I’m fantasizing about a “normal” life.
(My definition of normal involves a garden, proximity to men who own more power tools than I do, and a standing tailgate every Saturday in the fall.)
I was having one of those days on Thursday. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Then I got a message from my friend, Murph. He had an extra ticket to the Snoop, Cypress Hill, and Wiz Khalifa show at the Greek for 4/20, complete with backstage passes.
Normal life, what? Who needs THAT when you can go backstage?!?
Murph is developing a pilot with Bobo, the drummer from Cypress Hill, because this is LA, and everyone is working on a pilot. Bobo hooked us up for the show.
Obviously, our seats were sick.
Not a bad shot of Wiz and Snoop right?
But maybe not as sick as the backstage situation.
Like duh.
Sure, I now have to dry-clean my entire ensemble so I don’t smell like a walking bong, but it was worth it.
So worth it, in fact, that I got over my need to flee for 24 full hours.
That is until I was in an uber with Dan on the way to his friends’ Purple Rain screening party the following evening. It was an ordeal to get someone to walk the dog at the last minute, and we had a LONG ride to the party. Those old feelings were coming up again. I swear it would be easier to invade a small country than to plan how to go out on a Friday night with friends in LA where no one gets arrested.
Since we had what felt like 42 hours in the backseat of someone else’s Hyundai, I shared my fantasy about moving to Austin to eat proper barbecue and grow my own herbs in a large garden.
“And I’d have room to throw pots,” he observed wistfully.
Apparently, my wanderlust was contagious.
It was news to me that he made pottery, but I guess we all have sides of ourselves we can’t (or don’t) express in LA — interests we’ve put on hold. Sure, you can find anything here if you search for it, but the pace and the cost of everything can sometimes cause you to shelve some of your interests while you’re stuck in traffic or working to feed your enormous dog the venison he deserves.
I sometimes wonder if I’m putting too much of myself on hold to be here, however.
Would I have more to write about if I went somewhere new and immersed myself in a different place?
The thought will plague me until someone else invites me to do something cool and I’ll probably be fine again.
Dogs, Dishes, and Decor 