Running into Jake had me and my charm bracelets jangling. So, he really did live here. That afternoon, in between typing all important missives regarding a rough-cut of a what was deemed a hideously mis-representative Barbie commercial, I thought I'd been too rough on Jake. I could have at least said "hello".
Let's face it, my social life wasn't stellar. Los Angeles is a big place. No local hang outs and meeting people wasn't all that easy. Kate and I had gone to a few "clubs". I'd met Steve the Stuntman who turned out to be the primary jumper-off- buildings in the Western show on the Universal Studios tour. He was so important that we didn't even get a discount, let alone get in free. Two or three dates later it was definitely determined we were not a match. One of the guys at the agency handling the Mattel account had asked me out but I'd heard he was a real "player". No thanks.
By 4:30 that day I was ready to head back over the hill and call it a day. Right after I arrived home there was a ferocious aftershock. The thing about earthquakes is when the rattling starts you have no idea how intense it's going to get. And, even better, they come out of NOWHERE. This was a pretty good jolt.
I picked up the phone and was thrilled to hear a dial tone. I called American Airlines and made a reservation for Friday afternoon.
I was flying to New York.... but, just for the weekend.
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