Porn capital of the world
Since Tuesday, I have been staying at a slightly ropey Ramada hotel in Chatsworth (apparently the porn capital of the world… hey, I recognise her…) while we configure some stuff at a warehouse to take on site this weekend. I’ll be moving to the slightly nicer – read: boutique hotel with world famous rooftop bar etc. – Standard Hotel in downtown Los Angeles tomorrow, where we’ll be next to the final site for the auto show at the Convention Center.
I was sitting in a bar just now, talking to the formidably arranged barmaid, and she brought up the slightly awkward porn industry city topic of conversation. After verbally fumbling my way through that, I asked her what went on in this place other than porn. She either misheard me, or wanted to talk about sex, because she went into a lot of detail about what goes on in the local warehouses/local homes/my hotel. Nice girl, though…
I have observed this week that Forklift trucks are evil. They are the mother-fucking offspring of Go-Karts and Daleks driven by next generation Carnies. They give me the fear. I am forever chased by these demons in the warehouse and on site. I swear I will die at their hands.
Ah. I’m so sorry, Chris. We all felt terrible and terribly uncomfortable about that situation. She’s a sweet girl, and I gather there wasn’t any malice in your split. I hope it’s one of those events that will end up in the “for the best” column.
Write if you need to vent.
No worries, Bob. There’s a bigger post on it, if you didn’t see. You can get the password from your LiveJournal, I expect – it was just friends locked there.