Where is Paris???

So right now, I am sitting in LA, at The Hilton no less, wondering whether Paris herself was responsible for the hotel buffet's lack of carbs on offer. Lovely luscious meats of every variety with salads and fresh fruit - no potatoes or actual dessert to be seen anywhere.

Welcome to LA - the city of bleached white teeth and protein diets, even in international airport hotels.

You're probably wondering why I am in LA, and in The Hilton, eating every last morsel of the expensive buffet food. Well, I personally, am wondering not why I am actually in LA, but why I seem to be AWAKE in LA. I was on a horrendously delayed flight which was meant to take 17 hours from Melbourne to LAX. 22 hours after boarding in Melbourne, the plane finally decides to touch down on LA soil. I almost kissed the tarmac here like I have seen people kissing the tarmac in Israel, but decided that although there are probably more Israelis here than in the Holy Land, (and that most people DO consider LA to be the Holy Land) my teeth were still a part of my face, and I was so jet-lagged that I was likely to misjudge the closeness of tarmac, bending to kiss the floor but rendering me toothless instead, and therefore unable to succumb to a pressure hose of bleach in the future.

So, upshot is, the 5 hour delay (caused by high winds in Auckland meaning a landing in christchurch AND BACK) meant I missed my connection to New York City, so the lovely Qantas team arranged another flight for tomorrow, put me up at the Hilton, and provided me with buffet vouchers which I have been thoroughly enjoying, but might have enjoyed more if I could have finished it off with a nice vanilla slice. Needless to say, I think I ended up costing Qantas more than what I paid for the ticket.

So tomorrow I am on an early flight to New York City. Hoorah! My darling friend Matt will be on a plane to Germany at 7pm and I arrive at 5pm, so with any luck, I might be able to catch him at the gate before he goes through - which would indeed be lucky, as I am staying at his apartment while he is away and it would be nice to share a beer at least after not seeing each other for 6 years. And my other darling friend Victor wants to play my puppet film, The Upper Hand at his NYC comedy film festival at the Tribeca 92ndY on Saturday night, so I will be able to experience an American reaction to the film WHICH I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT! Guess who forgot to pack a bunch of the films though....sigh. Fortunately, the film screened at Coney Island Film Fest this year, so with any luck, I can pick up an NTSC copy from them. Fingers crossed!

I think I have slept in total about 2 hours. So if I'm being honest, I am a little weary, but talking to my New York friends again has made me excited about arriving there tomorrow, whereas I was previously just stressed about it. And staying at Matt's place is great - he is right in the heart of the East Village, plus he has crazy stuffed animals (not toys, real ex-alive things) all over the place and a puppet building workshop right in his apartment. I should find a time to go over my script, but there's a part of me just wanting to leave it for a bit in order to glow in the love of my old friends who I haven't seen for years. I am fairly certain there will be zero time for sightseeing, but much time for beer drinking!

Bed. Love you. Banana.

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It is currently 1.37am. no... 1.38am. I am full of cake and supposed to be either sending my media releases to montreal, or, indeed, sleeping. I am doing neither. As you can guess, I am setting up my blog for the Canadian tour of Grandpa Sol, for which I shall be leaving in about 30 hours. So welcome to the new blog of Lana. I look forward to seeing you here from the other side of the equator.

For now though, nighty night!