In other news, in just over an hour, I'll be leaving to go to school, fighting the Academy Awards to get to class. See, USC and the Shrine Auditorium are just a four lane street apart. Last week they were putting up banners and bleachers and well, I could turn E! Television on right now and see Joan Rivers over at campus. To some people I guess it would exciting that she and hundreds of other movie stars will be within five hundred feet of me, but I'd rather stay here at the house. Oh well, it was just a little bit of interesting info, so I thought I'd throw it in here.
March 28, 1998 - Saturday
8:30AM - Mountain Standard Time
After not really having too much difficultly with traffic (I parked in a lot on the opposite side of campus), I ventured up to Jefferson Blvd. to see all the hub bub first hand Monday night... but by the time I got there, all I saw were Oscar® statues, cops, and limos. I walked a little closer, thought for a second about how all those movie stars were located right there, then went to class.
Later, perhaps that night or the next day, I told Larry about all the limos and how he'd never gotten a limo for me. I mean, I've repeatedly play harassed him about getting a limo from the airport for a while now. (I didn't go to prom with anyone and I'm not Catholic, so I never had any of those limo-required times as a kid. It always seemed like a fantasy, you know. Not like a red head, a fantasy, but a fantasy, nonetheless.)
Anyway, I honestly thought the first time I ever flew out to California, Larry'd have one waiting... I was probably suffering from "delusions of grandeur" but if some guy was going to fly you out from Boston to LA to stay in one of his three houses and drive one of his cars, wouldn't you think he'd send a limo to pick you up... instead of his assistant like he did? Anyway, that's what I thought and ever since, I've been wondering (and occassionally vocalizing) about whent that limo is going to appear.
My comments on Monday or Tuesday were met with an "Oren's going to have one to pick us up at the airport Wednesday morning." Of course, us was he and his assistant Peter, not he and I. (Larry was flying to New York for a one day business trip.)
So, that was that... until yesterday morning.
Larry said, something like "Go ahead and take these out to Val in the van." He'd said the night before that Val (the nanny) was going to be driving us to the airport, so I took a couple suitcases and walked out the front door. When I got to the top of the steps, though, I saw a limousine with its trunk open and a short guy in a suit standing next to it. Needless to say, I was stunned, and when the driver asked, "There are two of you?" I stumbled over the words and said something like, "No, ... um, ... three... I'm sorry I was expecting the nanny." I gave the driver the two suitcases then walked back inside with a huge smile on my face.
Larry asked, "Is he naked yet?" and I perplexed back. I mean, I knew Larry was joking. I mean, I thought Larry was joking, but I didn't even really notice the driver enough to know if he was gay. He couldn't be some stripper/limo driver, now could he? I mean, the logistics alone wouldn't let it work.
With the next trip out to the car, I noticed the driver in more detail. He was, simply, an overly tanned, muscled, extremely white teethed West Hollywood clone. The driver wasn't some stud muffin to me, but that didn't matter. What did matter is that Larry got the limo for me.
So, not caring about the driver's looks, we eventually all got inside the car and headed off to the airport. I called Mom to let her know how we were going to the airport and tried to impart the "Wow!" factor onto Katie who regarded the car as nothing extremely special. I fiddled with the TV and took a business card. I was having fun. -- Before we got to the airport, there was a traffic jam and the limo managed to pull right in front of people. I mean, the cars stopped so that the driver could pull in front of them. I couldn't help but think that the people in the other car were probably wondering who was the important person in the limo.
When we arrived at the airport, the driver got out and sat our luggage on the curb. Larry paid him some figure which he wouldn't and won't tell me, and then we checked our luggage. Later, I came to find out that another one of Larry's assistants (one who's gay and has some West Hollywood traits) had arranged for the limosuine thinking the driver was major eye candy. On the plane I wrote Larry a little note on a magazine subscription card which simply read, "Thank you for the limo." He knew all the inbetweens.
After travelling the majority of yesterday (We left the house at 7AM and arrived at our final destination of Telluride, Colorado, around 4PM), we had dinner with our househosts Mike and Robert and with Mike's sister-in-law and neices. We were pretty tired from the travelling and higher altitude (8,000 feet), but a few of us managed to stay awake to watch Ransom, a requirement for my film editing class which is due Monday night two hours after we get back at the LAX airport.
Speaking of school, I'm actually too busy with schoolwork to be here for this weekend of skiing, but the trip was arranged two or three months ago and cost Larry a pretty penny, so we're here. I'll let you know how it goes.
Around 10AM, Larry arrived back at the house from taking Katie to her ski school class. He and I then got dressed in our ski clothes and headed out, but by the time we'd gotten our boots and skis rented, it was almost time for lunch with Mike. And so, we took one long run though the heavy snowfall to end up at Big Billies restuarant. Now, saying heavy snowfall, I mean so much snow that I couldn't see in front of me, partly because it was too think and partly because the snow was melting on my sunglasses. And when I say heavy snow, I mean snow that was so heavy that I didn't want to ski. In fact, when Lary and I were heading down the run, I said something like "This is no fun." and he responded, "I was thinking the same thing."
So when we met Mike at the restuarant, we relayed out lack of having fun and basically decided that I'd head back to the house and he and Larry would go on a ski an hour or so until Katie's class was over at 3PM. When lunch was over, we went to our skis then said goodbye.
But, as I was riding back up the first lift, to get to the gondola back to Telluride the city, the snow stopped. By this time, Larry and Mike were off on another lift, and so, I decided I'd simply go skiing by myself for a while. I went back down the hill by Big Billie's then got on a lift that seemed to last forever.
When I got to the top, I began my descent and stopped to take a few pictures, just to illustrate how few people were there. I skiied a little further and then there was the option of taking a blue diamond (Intermediate Level) trail and I took it. It went down semi-sharply for a bit, then completely levelled out. I pushed and pushed and pushed with my poles. The snow was so deep from the recent flurries that my skis sank about three or four inches under the top. And so, for at least a good fifteen minutes or more, I basically cross-country skiied, which was not fun. This time, when I got back to the bottom of the hill by Big Billies, I got on the lift to go to the gondola and stuck on it.
Amazingly, as I was on that last lift at around 2:30PM, I heard Katie telling a big story to someone. I looked down and at least a good 100 yards away, I saw her class and her yellow jumper. I yelled "Katie" as loud as I could and waved. She waved back and on I went. I came back here and took a shower and am now writing this, watching the snow fall down just outside the window. It's picturesque, but I really can't fathom going skiing every day for months.
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