Hollywood- living in the land of film

7/3

From San Diego Alex and I headed north to LA. Right before we left Alex's dad called to remind us to stay away from gangs. We didn't run into any gangs, but we did hit a bit of traffic either from the San Diego County Fair or Jackson fans heading to Neverland. We navigated the mess by taking advantage of California's "motorcycle down the center lane" rule. We had to dodge a few side view mirrors and lucky for us no one decided to open their doors for a whiff of fresh LA air. After a few minutes of center lane weaving we decided to return to the HOV lane and didn't have much trouble making it to our hosts home in north Hollywood.

We arrived with the trip odometer reading 7403 miles. The house was home to five college guys, two of which were Taylor grads, and all of which were in the film industry in one form or another. While there were remnants of college life (Halo being played on the big screen). I must commend them on their anti-college cleanliness and class. The home would make their mothers proud.

That night the guests started pouring in. It was movie night, go figure, and a bunch of their friends from church (where "Buster" from Arrested Development is an elder) came over for a packed out showing of Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction. The film, which I hadn't seen in a few years, was as good as I remembered it, and as with many second viewings, I noticed new things.

It was encouraging to see some fellow TU alums following their dreams, living together, and participating in intentional, Christ-centered community. They would make Bonhoeffer and mom smile. Way to go!