Day 9...
Well. This is it: My last day in L.A. This day was really devoted to nursing my aching body and finding our ways home. Mine, especially. Because I cannot really afford to get home later than Sunday, we found a way to get me to the airport at around 9 p.m. so I can try my hand at finagling a spot on an earlier flight.
So far? Nadda. I am currently writing this in the International terminal at LAX. I wasn’t even allowed to look up my ticket when I got here because my name won’t even be in the system until the (official) day that my flight is begins. Since the American Airlines terminal closes at 1 a.m., I was forced to go over to the International terminal because it is open 24 hours. It is an exquisitely designed building with high ceilings and plenty of space to stretch out and wait in. Unfortunately, it is not where I need to be and there aren’t many open power supplies to charge my dying phone. I luckily found one under a row of phone booths after spending 3 hours on the phone with Vicky in the food court and 15 minutes charging it in a desperate panic in the men’s washroom. One too many odd looks later, I found myself frantically searching for another plug.
The day started too late. I blame myself. I was up at 8 and went back to sleep because I was in no shape to anything else. We ended up not even being able to shoot at Venice Beach because we had no ride until much later than we had thought. By the time our ride was available, we had only an hour until magic hour (which is, technically only a magic 15 minutes) so we decided against shooting there. Brian and Kamelya can do it tomorrow on their way up here (to the airport). Once this whole ordeal was set in motion, the next task was to find me transportation to the airport.
1. Cab – Out of the question due to it being around $80.
2. Drive – Nope. Our car does 37 mph (on a good day)
3. Carpool – All our people were indisposed.
4. Train – Only viable option.
So I took the red line to Union Station (I know, it sounds weird) and took a wonderful bus to LAX. The train system was impressive, though smallish. It was clean, smooth and fast. Not nearly as extensive as Chicago’s, but considering until 7 p.m. tonight I didn’t know L.A. had a transit system, I’d say pretty freakin’ good. I got on the bus free of charge and slept my way to LAX.
The rest you know and I’m hoping the rest I will soon know. For I have only 2 hours until I need to wake up and check in to try to get that 6 a.m. flight to Chicago. To home…
posted by MikeStan @ 3:25 AM
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