There's just one day left to go in my West Coast Swing. It'll have a breakfast at the Farmer's Market, two separate meetings, and dinner with some good friends of mine. It'll be a great way to end the trip.
Well, a safe trip home is a great way to end the trip, but that's just semantics.
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Anyway, it was just awesome. One of the things I miss most about art school is the cameraderie of other artists. There's a level of communication I can't get with other non-artists, and understanding, a commonality if you will. I still talk to a couple of art school buddies, and that's pretty close, but there's a lot to be said for being in the same room, seeing the process and the result.
And the beer, of course.
Then today Bob and I went to visit a friend of mine on the Warner Brothers lot. I've done drive-ons before, and I'm still geeky enough to appreciate it. But today we got to actually drive on the backlot. So we drove in front of County General from ER and past Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls. We had a lovely lunch with my friend, and then wandered the lot a bit. Exceedingly cool.
We had dinner with my friend Amy Wolfram, talented writer of Many Things, including the fantastic Teen Titans Year One. Not reading it, well, then I weep for you. Of course, you could just buy the book, too.
Things have been going really well on this trip, aside from getting my first real case of The Con Rot. There's something about shaking hands for four and a half days, breathing recirculated air, and getting by on five hours of sleep that overcomes one's immune system. Right now, my nose is running like Wally West. Still, with two daysish before I touch down in the Buckeye State, I have plenty of time to heal up, I hope.