Wednesday, June 26, 2013

How to Make Friends

Things have been so fun, crazy, and amazing at my new gig. I am surrounded by some wonderful people, and the work I do is amazing! It's been two weeks, and everyday has been something new. Softball league sign ups, canoe captain's meetings, tons of service awards, walking league, Lone Ranger premiere, special Cast movie screenings, Angel's tickets. Ah! So much fun! I can't believe how much I love it! I hope my exclamation points are conveying how wonderful it is! Today I was super sick, and I couldn't go in. I was actually devastated I couldn't. Never thought I'd see the day where I was legitimately sad I couldn't go to work. 

Cast activities, events, and recognition

Ok, I could go on and on gushing about how the job and the people I work with are great, but I'm sure that will continue to come out in the next 6 months.

Of course, a new city, job, and apartment bring about one very important issue: how the heck do you make friends after college?

In college, I was surrounded by thousands of people my age, in my same circumstances, and some were in all of my classes. We went to school, church, and activities together. Even in LA, there were a number of BYU Film Alum, and I worked with about 10 other AMAZING recently graduated kids. Friends.

Now I intern in a department with 6 other adults. Like real adults. I bet most of them even have primary doctors and schedule their own hair appointments. 

After work, I watch old SNL episodes on Netflix, cook, and swiffer the floors. Not the best place to meet people. And if you meet those people you love, how do you force them to be your friends?

For example, the other night, I went to dinner with the parents at a lebanese place. Our server was an A-DORABLE, flamboyant, lebanese guy in his 20's. He was joyful and had a wonderful way of referring to food like people.
"Well, our appetizers come in half sizes, which is great, because a lot of people are nervous to really commit to a full plate."
"#33? It reminds me of Chicken Paremsan. Like they're cousins. Well, not really. It's like they're distant cousins who just met at a reunion or something."
 Perfect. Yes. It was friend-love at first sight. Alas, I couldn't figure out a normal way to give an obviously homosexual man my number without looking bizarre/pathetic. "Hey, here's my number. I know you're not interested in dating, but I was wondering if you wanted to have a Sex in the City marathon or be my new best friend forever?" Shoot, you're right, I should've done it.

I realize I will make friends, I realize relationships take time, this is not a pity party. More like a cynical observation party, and I decided to invite all of you!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

No more Conan, No more Jungle

I'm sure you've noticed my absence (right?). I'm here to say it's not because I am lazy, or because I forgot about my little blog. I didn't know what to write about my life. I felt out of place, a little lost, and I had nothing I was eager to share.

My little solo road trip reminded me of my independence, and my constant craving to take risks. So, I took a huge risk. I decided to leave an amazing, full-time position on a television show that I love with people I love.

Working at Conan was something I had dreamed of since I was in high school. I always wanted to move to Hollywood, be a part of showbiz, be rich and famous (ok, Conan didn't make me rich or famous). Working at Conan was amazing. I met people I idolize. Not celebrities, but my coworkers. Leaving was probably the hardest decision I have ever had to make.

Taking a new position also meant I had to quit my seasonal position at the Jungle Cruise. The Jungle Cruise was the first place I ever felt like I belonged, the first place I felt like I could really be myself. For the last three years I have spent every holiday but Christmas with my family in Florida, because they are just that. Family. They took me in to their homes, drove me around endlessly (because I never had a car), fed me, praised me, loved me endlessly, played games with me until 3:00 in the morning, called me their daughter, twin, best friend. I wish I could write every memory I have with them. Sneaking into pools, getting in trouble for lying about a lunch reservation, waiting an hour for the CP bus at 4:00 in the morning, crying and getting movie tickets, hiding from the rain, drag bingo, late night trips to the hospital, crazy roommates, road trips of epic proportions, dancing on the dock, a friend giving me his coat when I was too cold to talk, crying and getting movie tickets, twilight themed cruises, hitting squeeze play, reenacting the entire musical Les Mis, Twin super powers in Heads Up...

Whoa. Hold on while I dry my tears, and you wake up from the nap you were obviously taking during that list.

You may be asking yourself, "Where is Bri now?" (or you may be asking yourself "What should I eat for lunch?" but I only know the answer to the Bri question)

I'm working as an intern in the Cast Events, Activities and Recognition in Disneyland. Today was my second day, and I am in LOOOOOOVE with it.

A snapchat... that I downloaded... I think it really defeated the purpose of Snapchat, but we'll just have to deal with it.

My desk! By a window! With a comfy chair! And decorations!
Things feel right, and exciting. 

I have so much more to say, but I've rambled enough, and I'm determined to go to a 6:00 Bikram yoga class tomorrow.