Thursday night that was my girl’s Birthday. We knew we’re leaving next morning at 6 so we wanted to make her a surprise dinner: intentions were good – made some pizza, baked a cake. Bought some beers. We even learnt how to sing “Happy Birthday” in Czech. That’s not the easiest thing, I must say.
Next morning. 5 a.m. I get up and I’m like: “f*ck, what did we do last night”. Well the Birthday was quite a success. I got home 2 hours before my alarm went on.
7 a.m. Got picked up by a car rental representative. Oh girl, If I were you I wouldn’t let us drive.
7.30. Got a car. Can’t figure it out how to open a trunk. The girl gets out and shows us 
which button to press. Trunk opened. Mission completed.
8 a.m. Do you smell it? There is no AC on. Where are we going? Which exit do I take?? Google says that’s just one interstate from Phoenix to LA but how the heck do I get there??
8.30. Somebody, turn AC on.. It smells like we’re still drinking. This smell is making me drunk again.
We made it to LA safe and sound. Just for the record, the driver was sober. Ish.
Got to a hotel. That’s too much of a word for the place. We didn’t believe everybody saying that there’s no such thing as “enjoying Downtown LA”. We decided to stay there anyways. Looked so cool on the map – almost in the financial district. Seemed to be nice and safe. It was.. Neither nor. Two Indians on the reception which served as a breakfast room itself – it had like 3 tables – and a list of thingы you’re not allowed to do in the hotel. No guests at any time. No this. No that. Sounded like a list of prison rules somehow. We’re not responsible for… Oh yeah, sure. In such a place.
Got the key, got into the room. I could take out this window myself. No strength needed ever.
We walked around. I’ve never really seen homeless people camping in a city. Well never before. I definitely wouldn’t wanna be in the streets at night.
5 p.m. Drove down to Warner Brothers. Why nobody know those kids are Soviet (Ukranian)? I was kinda insulted because we used to be proud of saying that even those kids are from the USSR. Well, that’s rather sad than proudsome because everybody talented/smart was getting out of the country.
We watched how “Mom” show is shot. I got a great idea of what it reminds me of. American football. 30 seconds playing, 3 minute break. 40 seconds playing 3 minute break. Well, you know how it goes. Always gets stopped for no obvious reason. It took them almost 3 hours to get a 20-minute episode done. Well, actually, we were quite lucky because the actors were so good so a lot of things were done from the very first shot.
You’re sitting in rows like in a theatre and there is a guy whose job is to keep you guys happy. He makes all those incredible jokes, gives the presents away and organizes mini competitions. Totally reminded me of a wedding animator in Russia. Sometimes it might be a friend of yours but sometimes people actually do hire a special person for that. That’s exactly the same thing what the guy was doing. The difference is that instead of Russian traditional salads we got some pizza and that everybody was sober (by this time we got sobered up as well). But it was still fun.
I was surprised that the actors actually behave like in a real theatre. They appreciate your attention a lot. They come altogether at the end to the stage and enjoy you applauding.
So, to-do-list’s #1
…….to be continued………..