At the Grove

At the Grove
This is a shopping centre?

Movie Lass is keen to take advantage of the amazing exchange rate where one Aussie dollar buys $1.05 US dollars so we headed off on a shopping spree.

We ended up at the Grove, which I hadn’t been to before. I also hadn’t realised that it isn’t a typical shopping centre, more a faux shopping strip with alfresco dining, a little lake with water features, outdoor stalls in an “I wanna be European” kind of way and a tram (or they call it a trolley) that runs down the cobbled pedestrian street.

I must admit that it is pretty cool. We wandered through a few shops: Gap; Abercrombie & Fitch which was like  walking into a nightclub and had lots of hot guys working there; Swarovski; MAC; Nordstrom where we eyed off some designer shoes and Victoria’s Secret. I’d never been to Victoria’s Secret before, yet I had heard all the hype about it. I’m not sure it lived up to my expectations. It was much more reasonably priced than I had thought, given the supermodels they have spawned in their campaigns, but at the same time it had a small bit of trashy about it with some of the pieces which must have been fantasy items.

Walking past The Cheesecake Factory, Movie Lass and I needed no further encouragement for a little break from the shopping. For a chain restaurant, this was pretty swish. There was a concierge who greeted us and directed us up the escalator. At the top we were given a table for two and led through a maze of low-lit booths in swathed in ornate fittings and with murals on the ceilings. Totally over the top.

When the menu arrived, it was thick, contained more than just cakes and sweet things and was overwhelming. It took ages to make up my mind as I couldn’t concentrate on the menu there were too many items listed and no photos. In the end I went for a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Cheesecake with chocolate and caramel and a glass of raspberry lemonade. It was delicious (I am so into the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups at the moment) and just like whenever I get cake from the Pizza Cafe at home, I couldn’t eat it all.

Reese's Cheesecake
A slice of awesome. It tasted like a Snickers bar in a cake.

We’d had a big chat with our waiter Gavin, who pronounced Reese’s “ree-cees”. I asked him about it and he said it could be pronounced either “ree-cees” or “ree-sez” and liked it to the “po-tay-toe” – “po-tar-toe” saying. I say “ree-sez” like how I say “po-tay-toe” but I think that “ree-cees” does sound cute, just maybe not on a grown man.

* Celebrity spotted: Mario Lopez (host of Dancing With the Stars) at The Grove in full make-up with two bodyguards after a filming shoot. I wouldn’t have known who he was if Movie Lass hadn’t told me.

A friend has come to stay

Today I got to be a tour guide in LA as my friend from home, Movie Lass, arrived to stay with me for a couple of weeks.

After being in LA for two months it is so nice to have a friend around to talk about goings on at home, catch up on what’s new and to show around my new home. It’s surprising how much I already know about LA, America and general goings on. I have been able to explain lots of things like there only needing to be one number plate (called license plates here) on a vehicle, the awesome Californian rule that allows you to turn right on a red light if it is safe, how jaywalking is a big no-no because cars are obliged to stop for you even if you wanted to wait in the middle of the road for a break in the traffic and how all bread feels hard and stale.

We had a great day driving around, taking the carpool lane on the freeways back from the airport, wandering down Sunset Boulevard, hitting the supermarkets and then dollar fish tacos at 7 Mares (Seven Seas) on Sunset.

Movie Lass and I have big adventures planned for the next two weeks and I can’t wait to get out and about in LA with the really good excuse of helping my friend enjoy her holidays.

The day after camping

Today began that tedious chore of unpacking, washing and storing after a camping trip.

We had to unpack our bags and put away food and other items and then we had to wash our clothes that smelled strongly of the scent Eau de Campfire. I think this is better left for the day after. Arriving home after a camping trip, all you want to do is have a shower and get some sleep in a comfy bed. I certainly ticked all those boxes before even thinking about the tidy up.

And I have to admit, I also fired up the computer and my phone before my post camp shower. It’s nice being disconnected while out in the middle of nowhere, but then it feels great to come home and be reconnected. Is that sad?

Snow in Sequoia

Making a snowman
J preparing the base for a snowman - but then the light turned green so we had to abandon him

When friends Ricardo, Astra and Jolena invited J and I camping for the weekend, I had no idea how cold it would be.

They did say to pack warmly because we were going to the mountains, but my April weather radar is way out of whack. I am still thinking Mildura weather, lovely days in the 20’s, with cool nights, but still easy camping weather. I guess because April brings with it Easter and that is one the busiest time of year for campers in Mildura along the Murray River. In my wildest dreams I would never have believed that I would be seeing snow fall on my tent, but it is the Rockies after all.

Sequoia trees
A stand of sequoia trees

Upon entering Sequoia National Park in California (about 4 hours drive from Los Angeles) we were told by the ranger that the campsite we wanted to go to was for snow camping only and we’d have to camp in the carpark. So we opted for a lower campsite at Buckeye Flat instead. I certainly wasn’t prepared for snow camping and I’m sure my $30 tent I’d picked up at Walmart on the way would agree with me.

Snowed in
Not sure how you get inside

The campsite at Buckeye Flat was beautiful and we were met by the roar of the rapids on the river below. Being late in the afternoon, we made a fire and set up the tent for J and I as Ricardo, Astra and Jolena were sleeping in their van. As we were sitting around toasting marshmallows and making s’mores, it started snowing. Snowflakes fluttered by the fire and whilst this could be pretty, it was just pretty scary. J and I hooked up the tarp we’d also bought at Walmart as an extra barrier to the snow. After a little bit of patchy snow, it stopped, but I’m glad we used the tarp.

Icicles
Icy scenery

The next day we drove up to the sequoia trees. As we climbed higher there were signs about chains for tyres, and we passed snow drifts on the verges. While we were pulled up at a traffic light due to roadworks up ahead, we got out and started having a snowball fight. It was lots of fun and we encouraged those in the car behind us to also get out and have some snowplay.

White maze
The snow maze

Driving higher, I had my face pressed against the window at the magical snow scenery. It was just like a Christmas card, with the pine forest dusted in white frosting. The only thing steering away from this image were the big, rough, red trunks of the sequoias interspersed throughout. I was overwhelmed and lost for words.

Getting out to admire the 2,200 year old General Sherman Tree, the largest tree in the world when measured by mass, I romped about in the snow, eating mouthfuls of fresh snow, making snowballs and crunching in the winter wonderland.

I have never seen so much snow in my life. There was six feet of snow, higher than the car, so it felt like we were driving around in a white walled maze. Buildings had only their roofs showing, and even then they were covered in a blanket of white. In some places, big icicles jagged across porches. It was all so foreign feeling, yet wondrous and I looked upon the whole scene with amazed, innocent eyes.

Magical snow scene
Magical snow scene that blew my mind

I don’t think snow will ever cease to amaze me. Unless of course I live somewhere where I have to shovel my driveway every day in winter.

On the 5 freeway

Our little road trip to Sequoia National Park is fascinating in itself.

We’re taking the 5 freeway north from LA and we’ve driven through the snow where little derelict shacks are made beautiful with white frosting dusted on top.

We stopped at a massive service station where you could watch people come and go all day.

In seemingly the middle of nowhere is an IKEA distribution centre. Then the landscape turns to farming with vines, crops and stonefruit with the odd oil well pumping.

It is such a mixed bag, but right now, about 15 miles out of Bakersfield there are gum trees lining the freeway and it gives me the comforting feeling of home.

Hooked up my first meeting

I’ve kind of been putting off the app side of things here, but today was the day I had to get stuck into it and start telling people about them.

With our film shoot out of the way, it was time to pay attention to lifestyle apps. On my second call to a business I managed to set up a meeting to show them some of the apps we’ve been involved in producing previously. It was a small win and confidence booster and only helps to make the calling process easier, although it took me almost all day and a packet of Oreo’s to get there.

If you have an iPhone or iPad, check out the Cheese & Wine app on the App Store (it’s in the What’s Hot section and on the Australian store it’s App of the Week). If you’re in Australia, check out the Beer Buddy app. These are the types of apps we can do, so if you have an idea for one you’d like to make, let me know. Shameless promo I know, and I apologise, but it’s all part of the journey.

Who owns the leaky pen

Inkblots
Interpreting this requires a couch potato

Our landlord is coming to take back his couch tomorrow, which is a crying shame because we love it. It is comfy and the red embossed fabric is beautiful and really makes the light colours in the apartment pop.

Luckily I decided to plump the pillows today and take a seat in it for one of the last times which brought to my attention

a blue ink stain on the middle of one of the seat cushions. This is not a good thing. J brought out the fabric stain remover and after reading the instructions I started blotting with some paper towel.

I blotted, and I blotted, and I blotted. I sprayed the paper towel again and continued blotting until the paper towel looked something like those Rorschach inkblots. My patience wore thin and the stain still seemed to refuse to budge.

Now I just have to turn the cushions over and hope he doesn’t notice.

My first film set

Saturday dawned my first ever film shoot and my first day on set. It wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Here I have jumped straight out of a regular everyday career in Australia and onto a more uncertain path in a brand new industry that I know not much about.

Filled with excitement, trepidation and a whole bunch of worries about getting in the way, I packed up the muffins and quiches I’d made for the crew’s breakfast and drove to the shoot location at 7am.

I busied myself with setting up the catering table, aka craft services. I filled the urn, brewed coffee and popped up the menu for the day. Meanwhile, as crew started to arrive, so did more equipment. Boxes and boxes. There was tech equipment for the Camera Department, Lighting Department (where you will find the gaffers), Grip Department (the guys that set stuff up and do rigging) and Sound Department (home of big furry microphones and teeny tiny radio mikes).  There were props and set dressing items coming up for the Art Department props and racks of clothes for the Costume Department. It was a full blown flurry of activity as our 16 crew moved in and set up.

Our two stars, Rachael Taylor and Josh Lawson, arrived together, and after they’d been driving for a while looking for a park, one finally came available right out in front of the apartment block so I raced down two flights of stairs, out the front door and bolted across the nature strip (which was currently being watered) to stand in the space to reserve it for our cast members. As could only ever happen in the movies, when our leading lady got out of the car, the sprinklers magically switched off. So Rachael was able to step out of the car looking stunning while I stood on the footpath with wet sprinkles all over me.

I kind of milled about for a while in a nervous knot until it was time for the camera to roll. We were given instructions on where we could stand so we didn’t get in the way of the lights to cast shadows, and then quiet was called for. My eyes widened and my ears pricked up. I think I held my breath. I heard Ricky say “Roll cameras” and then “Action” and we were off. I was fascinated, watching Michele’s script come to life before me. Bits that sounded a little odd on our read throughs became natural when acted out. We did a few takes where they altered the delivery slightly, and then the same scene was shot from a different angle to provide plenty of footage for the edit.

For the second scene I watched the monitors which show what’s being captured on the cameras and that was a whole other field of ‘wow’. It blew my mind away to look at the whole scene before me, and then look at what was on the monitor. All the lighting, camera angles and close ups came together to make a stunning end product. That was super exciting. After I saw the monitor with those views, I felt so immensely proud to be part of this project and my awe of my friends’ talents swelled. Until I saw the real deal, all I could imagine was a little home camcorder video. I know it’s exceptionally silly for me to have thought that’s what it would be like, but I guess when you are presented with new and foreign concepts, you always relate it back to what you know, it’s just human nature. Now I know better. Now I know my own little videos are going to be forever pitiful.

Aside from offering snacks and drinks between scenes while gear was being set up for the next angle and putting in the lunch order for delivery, I had not much else to do. And so my boredom grew. I grew restless from having nothing to do and feeling totally useless. Sure it was fun watching the filming, but it is also watching others work while you twiddle your thumbs. That made me feel lazy. So I jumped at the chance to make some fake beers for J. Part club soda, part apple juice, part vinegar poured into an empty bottle and we had some fizzy, frothy fake beers to serve up to our cast.

After lunch I got to relieve my boredom as I had to make a trip to pick up some sound gear for the second day and that took over two hours. Whilst there was also a lot of waiting around for the equipment to be ready, I had a fabulous in-depth conversation with the receptionist. It was one of those great chats that make your day. She was awesome.

Not long after I got back from running errands it was wrap time (finish time). As much as I wanted to go home to lie down, I had to do another supermarket shop, make the breakfast again and whip up a pavlova. So after another 2 and a half hours in the kitchen I could finally go to bed for a few hours.

In a moment of utter restlessness on the Saturday I had thought “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.” I doubted my ability to stand around and do nothing while others worked. My work ethic really kicked in and I needed to be busy, or at least doing something at 10% productivity to keep me from idleness. However Sunday dawned a completely different day. I was so much more comfortable on set, I knew what to expect, I knew the crew and kind of what their roles entailed and that I’d be standing around a lot. I was properly prepared.

In addition to some fulfilling conversations off set with people, including a guy in a car telling me I was pretty as I walked past in my red polar fleece and asking me for my number, there were more moments of seeing the film come together beautifully. So I was sad when it was called a wrap on the film (except for the fact that I didn’t want to make more breakfast quiches). We had such a great team of people involved who willingly gave up their weekends to come and volunteered to be part of our team. I have a good feeling that something amazing is going to happen and that we’ll all be working together very soon on the feature length version. But, I shan’t get ahead of ourselves. Ricky has to cut and edit it into a film first. Then you can expect Ricky, Michele, Gin, Devoir, J and I to all go nuts.

And as far as my on-set role as caterer went, it was a success. Compliments flew around. The pavlova was a smash hit with the Americans. But most of all, Rachael commented on what a great spread we had on our craft services table and how it beat what was offered on some of the other, far larger productions she’s worked on. Yay! I guess that makes all the waiting around worthwhile.

 

 

How do you make holy water?

Losing one’s debit card is not a good feeling.

When going to use it over the weekend as I went to Gelson’s three times at 8am, 12:30pm and 5pm (each time buying alcohol for the shoot) and being served by Dorothy who asked me about the Tasmanian Devil facial tumour disease, I couldn’t find it. Not feeling too worried, I paid with my Australian card and made a mental note to look for it on my desk where I’d probably been buying something online (my new addiction in LA).

This morning dawned and I couldn’t find it on my desk, even when I checked under all the loose papers. So I looked up my last transactions online, breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn’t been used on the weekend and realised the last time I’d used it was to withdraw cash on Thursday. As I’d withdrawn an odd amount, it gives you your card in a different order to normal and I must have left it in the ATM.

I waited for 9am and then raced down to the bank to find out if it had been handed in.

While waiting in line, the older gent behind me leaned in and said “I like your tennis shoes”. I thanked him for his compliment and he said “Where did you get them from? … No, don’t tell me, I’m psychic.” He then looked shifty for a bit and said “You got them on your feet!” I gave him a little haha for his dad joke and then it was my turn at the cashier.

That wasn’t the end of The Joker. While the girl was looking in the drawers for lost cards, he came over to me and said “How do you make holy water?” A little surprised by him continuing to talk to me, I said, “oh, I don’t know.” He then said “You boil the hell out of it.”

While he didn’t get the belly laugh he deserved because I was distracted, when I related the story to housemates Gin, J and Devoir in the car we all let out big laughs.

* Celebrity spotted: Rufus Sewell (The Holiday, A Knights Tale) in a sweaty shirt at the Oaks Deli at lunchtime.

PS The post about my first film shoot is still coming, it’s going to be an essay, so it requires more time than I had today whilst set undressing.