Pablo and I experienced insta-bond when we met 2 1/2 years ago. He had been abroad since December (Europe, Bombay, Goa) and Barb – our mutual friend – didn’t know if and when he was back. I hadn’t heard from him either and was expecting to get his voicemail when he answered: he had gotten into Vancouver the day after me.
“Where are you?”
“Main & 16th”
“What?”
Turns out, he lives about a block from where I’m staying. I go over and meet roommates in the flesh I had only known through Skype (laptops + webcams = walking tours of households). And we yak up a storm, catching up on everything since we last saw each other in August. Pablo interrupts me midway through my zillionth story: “You have to do voiceover work.” Pablo is an actor. He thinks I’d be particularly suited for animation stuff since my voice sounds so young. Voiceover work is one of his roommate’s bread & butter. How fun would that be?
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I start grilling the boys (all actors) about LA since they’ve all spent time there, including one who lived there for a while. They hem and haw, tell me the standard Venice Beach, Hollywood, Santa Monica, don’t-bother-with-Malibu, yaddayadda I’ve been hearing from everyone. Until,
Pablo: “You absolutely must have yogurt from Pinkberry’s”
“Yogurt?”
“I’m serious. You have that on the 3rd day and you’ll kick yourself for wasting your whole time in LA.”
Yogurt it is, then.
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1 comment:
1. I also think you'd be an excellent voice actor.
2. I have read on the internets that Pinkberry is TODIEFOR. I await your report.
3. I want to come gallivant with you.
4. Your blog is fun.
5. I like making lists so much that I added three extra items since two didn't seem like enough.
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