This city…oh, this city. I’m officially in love with Los Angeles. Oh, and I also officially want nothing to do with the majority of the people here.
My first interaction involved grabbing a snack in the airport after getting off the plane. I’ve never had anyone, let alone a Burger King employee look down their nose at me quite like this. It felt like a surreal parody of a Parisian bistro. After muttering sarcastic comments under his breath, serving the two good-looking women at the end of the line first, then taking care of everyone else, he swiped a pile of discarded receipts off of the counter. I held mine out to him. He grilled me from head to toe, eyes radiating disbelief.
“Really?” he drawled.
“Yup, really.”
Sighing, I gulped my burger and fries, continuing towards the rental car service.
Cue the next night. I’m meeting a friend at a local pub. Waiting at a table, glass of water in front of me, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I see a gorgeous woman smiling at me.
“Hey! Don’t you remember me? I’m Tony’s friend! I think I lived under you for a year!”
“Um. I think you have the wrong person, sorry.”
“Oh, my fault. So what do you do? Are you in the industry? I’m an actress! Have you produced anything?”
“Sorry, no, I’m not from around here.”
“Oh.”
With that, the smile disappeared from her face as quickly as it had arrived, leaving only a slightly annoyed frown, as if somehow I had intruded into her life, wasting her time by not being her ticket to fame. Without another word, she spun on her heel and walked away, leaving me wishing I was surprised. Thankfully, my friend arrived then, allowing for a couple hours’ reprieve from the assessing, then dismissive expressions people don’t seem to realize they have. You’d think actors would have better poker faces.
Thankfully, not everyone in LA is like that. I met several very warm people, including a wonderful waitress at a local diner, as well as a random pedestrian who offered me several great places to try around town; unfortunately, I was leaving too soon to get to any of them. It seems that as long as they’re not trying to “make it,” people are very easygoing. As well, the more relaxed mentality is apparent in the driving styles on the LA highway — no more bumper-to-bumper, snarling visages behind the wheel of every car. People actually let space open up between vehicles! It was nerve-wracking at first: I didn’t quite know how to assess the traffic patterns. On the east coast, I expect everyone to be driving aggressively, missing bumpers by inches. Here, everyone seems to have a symbiotic relationship of generally getting where they need to go without hassle. Granted, this is after two days’ worth of driving, avoiding rush hour; I have yet to see a horrible gridlock - and I don’t plan to.
Finally, there’s the undeniable fact that, after leaving Boston’s freezing atmosphere, LA simply has better weather. Not too hot during the day, not too cold at night - living here, I could get away with having only one sweater for the rest of my life. My jaw was perpetually on the floor, my mind turning over the possibilities of securing a long, comfortable life in a bungalow by the beach. Even my toes tanned - and I wore shoes the whole time.
Alas, it’s not to be. I prefer the east coast, at least for now; people talk straighter, are more honest with their attitudes. The buildings are bigger, brighter, closer together. The music - oh, the music! Sure, I know LA has plenty of amazing music, but the West Village will never have an equal in this city. Chicago? maybe. New Orleans? possibly. But LA? There’s too much shine. I need sadness, grit, dirt, shitty weather, angry people, and bad attitudes in my life. I’ll take a real tragedy over a hollywood fantasy any day.