|Business and Pleasure.
||[Dec. 12th, 2003|07:15 pm]
|[||In the Moment
|||||Boards of Canada - 1969||]|
We took the red-eye from LAX and landed in Detroit at 6AM.
It was literally the hottest plane flight I have ever flown. They had the temperature with very little humidity at around what seemed 85 to 90 degrees F. They also loaded that plane . . . we had an extra ticket that Jim's mom didn't use in the same row . . . this huge guy gets that seat sold to him at the last second. He sat down next to me and couldn't use the dividing arm. I had half a seat, crushed next to Jim. He had a cold, and must have been running a fever. So I couldn't sleep, crushed next to him, sitting next to a radiator of sorts in a too-hot cabin.
Besides that, we secured our apartment in a place between Hancock Park and right near Koreatown. Brad, my best friend, goes around there to visit his girlfriend, Karma, and he told me that transvestite hookers are the common sight around the area. Besides that, the apartment is secure, and it is fabulous.
Washer/Dryer, gas fireplace, balcony, microwave, stove, dishwasher, fridge, 2 bed/2 bath, with bedrooms that are about 12x12 feet, all for 1595/mo.
That and secured underground parking, and a pool table in the rec room.
We spent the time with Jim's dad and Jim, Brad, and Jim's dad's friend Ralph. Jim and I enjoyed 3 films at The Grove's Pacific Theatres. For you S/E Michigan folks, think AMC Forum 30 newness and movie selection, the Birmingham theatre with the high-back seating and stadium-style unobstructed view. There were auto-kiosks for purchase of goodies and treats, and the workers hot-stepped it within a minute to serve you.
We saw 21 Grams, Big Fish, and The Last Samurai, ticket pictured above the post. 21 Grams wasn't the best film (guilt) to watch after securing the apartment . . . we wanted to celebrate. Plus, whoever the editor was for that movie would have best told the film in chronological order. The rough cuts in unordered fashion were ridiculous, and that director knows how to shoot a good film, but the film was just ruined in its current form. Big Fish got mixed reviews from Brad and Karma, but I loved it. If you like that tall-tale life-story recant, with the imagination of Tim Burton behind it, you'll love it. Those tales retold were fabulous and exciting. The Last Samurai was the best. Some may find it over-the-top in parts, but really, I find it to be a rather professional movie. Ken Watanabe, the lead samurai who defended his traditional samurai against the movement to squash them, was as good, if not better, than Tom Cruise. The action scenes and the detail of the film were to cherish.
Jim and I spent many of our evenings at The Grove on 3rd and Fairfax. We had a Hertz car with a navigation system (not OnStar) that couldn't find our Ramada hotel (the one built on Santa Monica over the old Tropicana), but it found everything else. Already, we're starting to get familiar with the streets. The Grove is probably one of the neatest places, better than the Beverly Center or any other place in LA to hang out because it's right next to the Farmer's Market, which serves . . . every style of food. The Grove is basically a mall, out in the open, with fountain, and tons of stores. There's an FAO Schwartz with a 40,000 dollar kid's size cherry-red Lamborghini marked down to 28,000, and a canary-yellow Hummer marked down to a lil' less at 20,000. They look like they're cell-capable. For the mogul's kid, to ride around the mansion in style.
The budget will be horribly tight, but I'll manage. Now, the packing for the movers begins, which comes up in a scant few days.