Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sleeping Soundly.

I’ve been taking improv classes in the evening at The Groundlings twice a week. The drive has been daunting, but two days ago I had an extraordinary experience. George Clooney let me stay over at one of his apartments in Hollywood. I met his assistant, a tall and striking Asian woman in her late 20’s at the apartment complex. She helped me with my luggage and opened the door to a modest one bedroom apartment. It looked a little haphazard, but she explained that the cleaning lady had not been there to clean since the last guest, Eva Hesse. Holy Crap I thought, Eva Hesse, wow! As she gave me the tour, she pointed out an orange and yellow patterned comforter that was shoved under a bench and said “Don’t use that...it is dirty...from the time with Molly.” She opened the closet with some of George’s clothes shoved off to the side. I noticed a couple of brown v-neck sweaters and something particularly peculiar. There were about 20 pairs of men’s white underwear hanging on pant hangers. She pushed them aside and said I could hang my clothes there. I couldn’t wait for her to leave so I could call my friend Alicia! She handed me the keys and her card with the added note to call if I needed anything.

All I can say is afternoon nap dreams are vividly specific!

5 comments:

Enrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrique said...

How do you know George Clooney and why would he let you stay at his apartment? How did he find about the awesomness that is Julia.

jenraven said...

what an adventure!

Besla said...

No shit? I would have danced around in one of those pairs of underwear he had hanging up.

How do you like your improv classes?

Julia said...
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Julia said...

Dearest friends who have images of George Clooney Chonies dancing in their head or on them...this was, in fact, only a dream. I apologize for my vagueness and for getting you so very excited.