Day 8. A Day With 'Piers'

Finger is on the mend! No longer infected!

Early as ever and to the gym, body is starting to give up now with this silliness. But when you model yourself on the Terminator expect to work for it. We got another Jamba Juice but I went for a healthy option. Still made the mistake of going large and then realising it’s bigger than my torso.

Back home and to work, more e-mails. As Tris went off for a casting I stayed committed to trying to get representation. Then an old lecturer from Exeter emailed me and said he was in LA. We agreed to meet by the pier at 15:30 (not in a romcom way). 

The pier is like Brighton, where all underage people gather until their old enough to go to the pubs (bars). But it’s pretty cool and it’s the final leg of Route 66, something I want to start and complete one day. A guy came up to me and said ‘nice t-shirt’ which you never get in England, a guy complementing another guy on his clothes...well maybe in Brighton. But I don’t think he was that inclined, just a nice guy. Then he put his hand out to shake which turned into a high five followed by a fist bump. I’ll never get used to all these hand movements that happen here, high fives, low fives, fist bump, elbow touch. At the risk of sounding old what happened to a good old fashioned handshake? He then commented on my phone cover and leant in to take a closer look. I almost slapped his hand away he wasn’t too friendly after that. I’d lost a friend but not my phone. 1-0 me I’d say. It was good to catch up JP (my lecturer) he’s a good guy. I finally got a sim card, and my number is 310-804-7826. I’ll give it to yanks, that’s a much cooler number than what we have at home. And the 310 part means Beverley Hills, so there is also a class structure based your mobile number.

I got a taxi home (called Tris). And cooked sausage and mash for us both. An eventful day but probably a slightly boring blog entry. Until Tris dropped a bombshell. ‘Oh, I forgot. BIG night tomorrow. Huge in fact’. I clawed at his feet ‘what, what is it’? ‘You’ll have to wait and see’. I could hardly sleep.

Lesson learnt: some people are nice. Some are robbers, they just don’t wear the mask with a ‘SWAG’ bag.