Everytime that day rolls around I wish I had a guide to Valentine’s Day in the US. I mean, it’s hard to escape it here in the US–and frankly it is at home these days too–but no one was there to prepare me for my first Valentine’s Day in the US. So I’m here for you.
Always check the local customs
This should be a universal Expat rule. And so I’m writing it here to remind myself to do just that. And by local customs you shouldn’t be limited to the Country you’re in–that’s the easy bit. Check what the Expat customs are–that’s where you can get very unstuck. These are the unwritten rules and, one false start and it could set you back a bit.
Naively I thought Valentine’s Day worked the same in the US as it did in Australia. You like someone you give them a card or gift–secretly or otherwise. And of course if you’ve got a “better half” there’s the pressure that comes along with that status.
This didn’t apply to either of my two–aged 11 and 13 at the time–so off they went to school (dressed in pink/red if I remember right).
Must have missed that memo
My daughter came home from school that day with gift bags, cards and treats–all because it’s Valentine’s Day. Wow, that’s a lot of admirers Miss C.
Nope, as it turns out in the lower years in particular kids give everyone in their class a Valentine’s Day gift. It’s usually a lolly bag, filled by mum, with a pretty red tie and a little sweet message.
Oh dear, yep. Valentine’s Day is a pretty big deal here. Fortunately with enough years under their belts they weren’t too concerned. But I had no idea. There are hundreds of pins on Pinterest with crafty ideas–specifically for your little treasures to bring to school. Sorry to everyone who didn’t get a lolly bag in return.
Learn from my mistakes
So, if you want to start off your time on the right foot, here’s my guide to Valentine’s Day in the US.
Valentine’s Day guide for Middle School
My number one tip for this age group is avoid it altogether. Put your hoodie over your head, keep your head down and pray that the day goes quickly. Life is too complicated at this age.
I think the latest “gift giving” lasts is Grade six. Hit Grade 7 (or 7th grade) and it starts to get awkward.
Valentine’s Day guide for High School
If you’re in a relationship then a present is expected. Date expectations vary but most couples definitely fall into the trap (that’s Aussie translation) of celebrating Valentine’s Day.
That will pressure is on for a pressie and date night.
Valentine’s Day at work
Beware. There will definitely be people wishing you Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s a strange concept for us Aussies who may not even wish their other half happy Valentine’s Day let alone a stranger, workmate or mate Happy Valentine’s Day.
They’re not trying to crack onto you. They’re just saying hi in a very Valentine way.
And most likely something will “happen”. That might be drinks or pink donuts or biscuits (cookies) but there will be signs of Valentine’s Day in the kitchen and beyond. You have been warned.
And, if you think I’m exaggerating, here’s Valentine’s Day at Dunder Mifflin (The Office).
Valentine’s Day out in the big, wide world
Yes, people–total strangers–will say Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s a thing. If you a masculine Australian man, please resist the urge to punch them. Please.
So good luck to you on surviving Valentine’s Day–especially if it’s your first year. You might still not want to give a pressie but you may have to embrace it. Or stay home and wait until February 15 to show your face again.
Have you been in the US a while? How was your first Valentine’s Day? Or have I missed anything? My American readers please share your tips with us Expats to ensure we have a smooth transition to life in the US.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Don’t forget to share your Valentine’s Day experiences would love to hear them–especially the culture shock stories
I thought I’d put it out there on the Australians in LA Facebook group: what are the Top Ten Things to Bring to LA when you move (or come over for a while).
Auditions are well and truly on for pilot season so there’s an influx of people coming to LA, crashing on mates’ couches trying to score auditions and get a piece of the action: hoping to score a role and then hoping like hell that their show will not only get picked up but that it will be a huge hit.
The responses surprised me. I didn’t get a top ten–I got 40 different responses–such a wide variety of things. So instead of a top ten I have a top six. And a collection of people’s suggestions for things to bring over with you!
Top five six things many people agree you should bring to LA when you move
It’s a little surprising to see papaw cream above vegemite but it is incredible stuff. If you don’t know what papaw cream is it “has anti-bacterial and antimicrobial properties” (source website). It can be used for everything like nappyrash, cracked lips and sunburn. It’s definitely a must-have.
You don’t need to go to Australia to get it, it is actually sold in many places here including Australian fashion store Aust. in Venice and (of course) Amazon.
We should also talk about bread. One carb I find easy to give up here is bread because it’s so bloody bad. I don’t know why it has to be so sweet and a loaf of (supermarket-bought) bread here lasts weeks. God only knows what preservatives are in that loaf. And bakeries just don’t exist. You can buy nice bread at Le Pain de Quotidien and thankfully we have Eataly now baking beautiful fresh bread but a nice loaf of fresh white bread aka Brumbies or Baker’s Delight forget it. That includes crumpets–sometimes I even bring crumpets back with us!
It’s interesting to see everyone’s different priorities. Some think medicinal, others lollies and snacks from home and others sports stuff. Among the long list of things people are bringing over there are some great ideas and tips for you.
Even with insurance medicine can be expensive here. Ventolin for people with asthma seems to be a top priority as is Panadol (especially kids Panadol), worming medication (it’s not at all common here!) and the Pill. One person said, “The Pill 12 months supply ahead $47.00 total at chemist warehouse LA $34.00 a month plus seeing Dr in Australia–Medicare bulk-billed free in LA $60.00.”
Panadeine was another popular one as it’s more difficult to get here–and apparently is set to be on prescription at home! We like to bring Voltaren too.
And while you can get allergy medication here someone said they’ll always bring their Telfast.
(If you’re travelling the other way friends always ask us for Sudafed 12. You’ll need your California Drivers’ Licence to get it over the counter but it’s stronger than the over-the-counter ones back home now.)
A few people said they go to the Doctor–much cheaper going in Australia even if you can’t present your Medicare card and pay the full scheduled fee.
And while not medicinal per se, many like to bring back some Tea Tree Oil and/or Dettol–I couldn’t agree more!
Let’s face it American lollies are so different from Australian ones (even the chocolate) so it’s not surprising that a number of people listed their favourite lollies as must-takes when they come here.
The popular ones are Caramello Koalas, Freddo Frogs, Cadbury’s and the ultimate: Violet Crumble. We throw in Party Mix and musk sticks too. Malteasers, Clinkers and sour lollies, bananas (the lolly variety) and snakes (again the lolly variety) are also highly rated.
And, while potato chips are very common here Aussies in LA seem to miss their fave flavours like Honey Soy Chicken and their fave brands like Red Rock Deli. And who could forget Twisties, Burger Rings or Cheezels?
It’s tough when you move countries, you’re used to products and brands that you cook with and struggle to find equivalents here. Here are some staple items Aussies here in LA like to bring back with them.
Earl Grey Tea
Some said Milo but I’ve found you can buy Milo from Asia grocers so we tend not to bother. (My daughter thinks Australia Milo isn’t as sweet as the version in the Asian shops and I’m not sure if this is a myth or true).
And while not a pantry staple, it is a stationary staple and you can’t get Blu Tac here so that also goes on the list.
Given there is no such thing as an AFL ball here and the Americans don’t play cricket it didn’t come as much of a surprise that these two items featured more than a few times on people’s bring back list. One person said a Socceroos scarf and we have been known to buy Wallabies merch.
Maybe it’s just a given but no one said Tim Tams. And given our love of coffee–and the quality of coffee here in the US–I’m surprised more people didn’t say coffee. Although, one person did say they’d bring their Moccona! That’s instant coffee to you Americans.
And, not to be trivialised one person said you can’t forget to bring Melbourne Bitter back with you.
What are the top ten things we bring to LA everytime we come home? We have a long list and each time we go I print it out highlighting the urgent stuff and crossing out the things we don’t need this trip.
Here’s the list, you can custom it for your needs. You’re welcome!
I’ve been here a while now and it’s no secret I didn’t really want to live in the US. But five years in and I can honestly say I enjoy it. Before I launch into my 10 myths about living in the US I should probably explain why I didn’t want to live in the US. I was looking for experiences in Asia, Europe and India–the US to me was not only similar to Australia but I felt like life as I saw it was better in Australia.
Not turning it into a “where-is-the-best” competition we’ve made some great friends and I’m happy to have travelled (albeit very limitedly) around the US to get a better feel of the different parts of the country.
And, at the end of the day any Expat will tell you being happy in a country really only takes having a solid base and good friends around you to make you happy. And isn’t that the case even when you’re at home?
Visiting home and coming back to America has caused me to reflect on some of the myths about living in American. And here’s my tip, there are a lot more than 10!
Let’s have a go at checking them out.
Myth 1: Cheap mobile phones and phone plans
Forget it! The plans here are hefty. We had a great family plan at home–on a major network–with great coverage and we are yet to find one as competitive as that here–with great coverage being the key words. Oh, and in a bizarre twist there will be some areas where your carrier will not have service. Seriously. Let me rephrase–whole cities!
And, yeah, thanks to International pricing, the phones here cost the same as they do in Australia. The only thing I will say though is that phones can be “included” in your plans. So, a bonus for the hefty plans is that you get a phone included in the cost. I don’t know, we prefer to buy ours outright and not be attached to a network so we can put other sims in when we travel overseas.
Myth 2: Ubiquitous wifi
Sort of myth, sort of not, so let’s call it one-and-a-half. So there is free WIFI to be found around but if it doesn’t come with so many conditions it’s hard to get a decent enough connection to do anything. If you’re coming over here and relying on the wifi spots–don’t unless it’s to message and check your email. Posting Instagram stories can be trying. You’re so much better off getting yourself a SIM card and paying for it. And telcos at home are also getting smart to that and offering much better roaming plans so definitely check before you go.
Myth 3: Walmart in every suburb
This may be true of smaller country towns or neighborhoods outside the metropolitan areas but it’s not true around here. No Walmarts are our local supermarket. In fact, it took us a good couple of years before we were in close range of a Walmart to go check it out. And, no we haven’t been back to one since!
And, speaking of supermarkets (or the “market” as they call it here) it is also a myth that all supermarkets are huge with endless choices. Around here the supermarkets tend to be smaller–except our local “new” Ralphs that they were building when we first arrived. It is good but there are still instances where I can’t get what I want here and need to go to other supermarkets to find what I need. (Read another myth: you can get everything you need in the one shop aka Walmart). In fact, for all you Expats living in LA I’m going to draft a little handy guide to grocery shopping here in the LA–where to go for what. Once it’s done I’ll link back to it.
Myth: Walmart is everywhere
Myth 4: The radio must be great
You’d think so wouldn’t you? The home of commercialism and LA being HQ to major record labels and agents.
The radio couldn’t be any worse. I can’t explain why. I blame the hook ups between artists and media companies. If you’re not in an agreement with the artist you’re not playing their music. Or at least so it seems.
But, like everything in America you can buy “better” radio in the form of Sirius Subscriber radio. Not unlike cable TV you can subscribe to literally hundreds of channels giving you a choice of endless choices of seriously bad radio.
Thankfully we stream Australian radio and listen to that at home. But I have to say it is a bit of a spin out when you hear traffic and weather, I often have to do a double take.
Myth 5: Same goes for TV–it must be amazing
It’s well documented that you use pay a small fortune for cable TV with 50 million stations and absolutely nothing to watch. HBO, Showtime and other premium channels come at a cost similar to subscriber streaming services like Netflix and Hulu. So why is TV so goddam expensive and why do you still have to pay so much for the so-called premium channels? And, by the way, you’re paying a fortune for the premium channels for one or two good shows so we refuse to pay the premium charge.
Thankfully the advent of Netflix, Amazon and Hulu brings the good shows back in the form of bingefests so if you’re prepared to wait then you still get to watch the show. Except in my case Homeland that refuses to have any of the last series on American streaming services but instead of paying the money I miss out on the show. Sad but true.
But of course, when you’re an expat–like in any foreign country and certainly not limited to the US–the programming is different. So, yes you get the good US shows but you miss your old favourites like MasterChef (which we watched religiously as family) and GoggleBox. You can’t even tune into Neighbours and Home and Away to see what’s happening in their neck of the woods. And we for sure miss The Panel.
Thankfully–right?! But I have to tell you donut shops are ubiquitous here. And they’re much better than Krispy Kreme or Dunkin’ Donuts. And with the trend of donut cakes and donut walls here for a while, it’s just as well.
Love a good donut cake
Myth 7: McDonalds on every corner
Again no! But! There are a lot more fast food places here if you can believe it. Of course there’s California’s very own In-N-Out but there’s also Fat Burger, Burger King and Carl’s Jr or Jack In The Box. And thankfully we have a few Shake Shacks (it sells beer & wine!) here now. But it doesn’t stop at Burgers you have sandwich shops like Jersey Mike’s Subs and of course Subway (which we have back in Oz obviously) or the more upscale Mendocino Farms.
Shake Shack has wine too
And Chicken shops aren’t limited to KFC. While there’s no Red Rooster here we have Chick-fil-A (get it?) and Popeyes–been to neither. But we have them. Perhaps the best fast food though is Chipotle–which we pronounced Chip-otel for the longest time rather than the correct pronunciation of Chip-ote-lay. Taco Bell’s everywhere if you can believe it there is more than one Mexican fast food option–there’s also and El Pollo Loco, Taco John’s, Del Taco and Baja Fresh–amongst many, many more.
But, if pancakes are more your thing don’t forget about iHop (International House of Pancakes). And, while we keep threatening to go we are yet to do it.
Last but certainly not least if it’s Chinese you’re hankering for there’s Panda Express.
But wait, it’s not over red rover for the health conscious among us–this is LA after all. You can try Tender Greens or Sweetgreen. And, when in LA Lemonade is always a great option.
I haven’t even covered pizza … I could keep going but this post is not about Fast Food options in LA!
Myth 8: Overnight shipping
Yes my friends, unless you’re on Amazon Prime (top tip for those of you moving here–it’s so worth it!) shipping can take as long as 10 days. Of course if you’re desperate you can pay the hefty fees to expedite shipping but if you’re a fan of free shipping this won’t be the option for you.
And, having said that I just ordered a Chucka bag for my travels this year (I can’t wait to get it) and it only took three days (or was it two?) for delivery in the Sydney metro area. That’s way faster than here! Granted it might take longer to get to the other side of the country but it’s pretty impressive for free shipping.
Myth 9: Americans are Uber competitive
OK, we’re exposed to the uber competitive Americans through sport, reality shows like Survivor and the Bachelor and high achievers. But, Americans are actually truly very friendly by nature. I remember when I was hunting down a tennis group I was so scared I’d come across scary women who would not be happy with my level of play. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Sure, like at home the tennis chicks want competitive play but they’re also nice and forgiving. And the tennis chicks are some of my favourite people here.
And now, in 2019, Australians I believe are much more competitive. So it’s all good.
Myth 10: Americans shouldn’t be surprised people get killed with its gun culture/you’ll get shot if you come to the US
Not so much a myth rather one of those “shaking my head” questions I’m asked all the time. On every trip home or visit from friends the topic of guns and gun control inevitably comes up. It usually ends up with us so solving the US’s problems and saving the world might I add.
So why, they ask, do I see victims and witnesses being interviewed on TV being shocked and horrified that people are killed seemingly daily?
Well it’s because they genuinely are. Generally speaking Americans are friendly and caring to their fellow neighbour. The concept of gun control and people getting killed by guns (especially semi-automatics) doesn’t compute. And I sincerely don’t mean that in a rude way. There are generally two groups of people–the ones who grew up with guns safely and those who are anti guns.
Those that grew up with guns haven’t seen the level of violence they’re seeing today. And they don’t get it. These people aren’t the extreme lobbying politicians either. They are the ones stuck in the middle unfortunately.
And it’s true, I was fearful that my kids wouldn’t be safe going to school and I’m careful as to saying where they can and can’t go, but you won’t automatically get shot if you come to the US! (And yes, this came from feedback from a Facebook group I’m in of Aussies in the US, there are Australians who think and say that). The threat level depends on where you live but I’m thankful I live in LA where there is more an anti-gun culture than a must-carry culture.
Like anywhere it’s not until you spend a lot of time in a place–or country–that you really start to understand it and its people. I’m so thankful for the opportunity to live here. God only knows it was such a roller coaster ride for the first few years but wow have we met some amazing people, made some wonderful friends and got to do things we never would have imagined in our wildest, wildest dreams.
What do you think? Have I missed any? Would love to hear your thoughts. Drop me a message or make a comment.
How is your 2019 going so far? I love the New Year–full of hope and promise and opportunities to correct the wrongs of the year gone by.
I know we’re supposed to keep going in a continuum but I think there’s nothing better than hard starts and hard stops to stop, reflect and move forward. And, thanks to living in the US with the summer being in the middle of the year, I get two such opportunities.
Those of you who follow along on my Instagram will know I went to visit my sister-in-law in Jakarta. If you solely follow this Blog, that post is still in draft mode (lol). On my way there I watched a Ted Talk that totally caught my attention.
If you had time to watch it I hope it caught your attention as much as it did mine. If you didn’t the essence of it was that colours–especially round colours–bring you joy. When you’re surrounded by colour you can’t help but be joyful.
This was a bit of a mantra of our week. Of course after that I forgot all about it until we got back together again for Christmas. I saw that the author and presenter of said Ted Talk had written a book by the same title.
So back to being joyful and thinking about bringing joy to my house.
As we were leaving Australia we sat next to a fabulous Mother/Daughter duo in the Qantas First Class Lounge.
Big big shoutout to Qantas if I can continue to visit the Lounge as it’s truly a great place to visit before you fly out! And, even better we got the best service from our guy who helped us peel off our bags (we were a little stressed), find battery charges and generally make us feel at home. I wish I got your name we just wanted to take him home with us to look after us for always.
So, anyway, the Mother & Daughter duo said to Miss H (now 16) that they loved her nails cause they matched. All three of them had a brightly coloured fingernails–a different colour on every nail.
I then noticed she had fabulous jewellery. It turns out she’s a jewellery designer and designs amazing, brightly coloured jewellery.
We talked some more and they (by then we also met the hubby/dad) have such a happiness about them. So we swapped Instagram handles and started following each other.
And it turns out she’s much more than a jewellery designer!
They were off to New York. Cut to a few days later and lo and behold they met up with Ingrid Fettel Lee (said author of book & TedTalk presenter) when they were there. It got me thinking about joy all over again.
They (Megan & Zoe are their names) recorded their chat on Facebook Live. You can watch it here:
What a small world!
Cut to 2019 New Year’s Resolutions
One of the things they talk about are choosing words to reflect the types of joy you focus on in a particular year. This year Ingrid’s words are “energy” and “harmony” and her words last year were “celebration” and “abundance”.
Megan & Zoe’s word for the year is “joy”. And they chose theirs separately so they say on the video.
So I thought it would be good to come up with a word too. But I misread it (of course I did!) and thought I had to come up with three words to describe my year ahead.
So, after a bit of soul-searching I’ve decided that my three words are:
The overarching theme is positivity and joy rather than negative and ungrateful.
Jewelchic puts out a call in her live video to name five things that make you feel joyful. Why don’t we do that? What are five things that bring you joy?
My Fam Bam (the name our group chat!)
Home (especially the smell as I walk back in the door after I’ve been away)
Water (preferably in the form of a vivid blue pool or a crystal blue sea)
My (our) Doggies
Flowers (the smell of Jasmine coming out in Spring is THE best!).
Happy 2019 everyone! May you be as inspired as I was. Or may I be an inspiration to you!
xx ItStartedinLA xx
PS: If you want to follow Jewelchic you can click on the links for Facebook or Instagram and do your thing.
PPS: Don’t forget to share your five favourite things or your three words for 2019.
You’ve landed in LA either on holidays or to catch your break and move here. LA–the US in fact–is not known for its coffee so you’re in search of a good cup of coffee. Maybe you’ve lived in LA for five years and are still searching. Where to get the best coffee in LA? Just ask an Aussie. And Discover Los Angeles who put together a great round up of Aussie institutions. I shared it on my Facebook page but I thought it was time I did my little summary here for you.
The Great Aussie Invasion
The great Aussie invasion of LA is not a new thing, nor is it a phenomenon that’s going anywhere anytime soon. From Olivia Newton-John’s Koala Blue stores to G’day LA (now G’day USA) to the Hemsworth brothers (Mel Gibson before that) Australians have made their mark.
Doing the Rounds: where to get the best coffee in LA?
This Blog might seem cutting edge and up with the trends … well we are but we’re never first with the breaking news. It might have taken me a little while to support my fellow Aussies but thanks to a fellow Countryperson (shoutout to you Chris!) one weekend at a time we are carefully but surely doing the rounds of some great Aussie cafes and restaurants.
Long live Bluestone Lane and thank you for opening up in Studio City (although truth be told I would have preferred you open up in walking distance to me).
A small joint (place) with great coffee, welcoming smiles and lots of happy, beautiful people hanging around.
The Avo toast is great (of course) and the banana (on) toast was not at all what I expected (ie not banana toast) but so so yummy. The coffee is good and the Aussie style iced coffee is my absolute fave.
Avo Toast from Bluestone Lane Studio City
There’s also a location in Santa Monica and one in La Brea and a full-on cafe offering dinner now in Venice if you’re a tourist or live that way. Either way, good coffee = Bluestone Lane.
I love this place. In Australia we get coffee shops scattered on every second street corner all pumping out fabulous coffee–none of that Frappuccino stuff (well OK maybe now they are succumbing to culture blending and adding it to their menus). Little Ripper reminds me of said Aussie coffee shop (minus the Frappuccino–thankfully). And, a must on every Aussie coffee shop menu is the Babyccino (a cappuccino sans coffee–ie the froth) and the Little Ripper ones look like”little rippers”.
Little Ripper Coffee
Little Ripper has a loyal following and we’ll hope they’ll be here for many years to come.
Also love this place although my daughter and her friends have been here far more than I have. The vibe here is Aussie meets LA with healthy dishes and my favourite Aussie-inspired-Middle-East-influenced food. I had the Avo Toast with Halloumi and Dukka. The kale salad was also very yum and actually makes you like kale rather than hate it.
Avocado, Halloumi & Dukka Toast at Bondi Harvest
Tucked away in a groovy part of Santa Monica parking can be tough on the weekends but it’s worth the trip imho (in my humble opinion).
This place reminded me of growing up with the kids in Sydney. Every weekend we’d go out for breakfast with equal parts of joy and stress.
Pollen reminds me of some of the neighbourhood eating establishments we’d frequent during this time. Set in a fabulously hipster part of LA Pollen has a great menu that is nicely tweaked to be LA friendly without drawing gasps of horror from us Aussie expats.
Brunch is great but I want to come back for Happy Hour (Thursday to Sunday).
In the hipster shopping district of Melrose and Fairfax you’ll find one of the original Aussie coffee joints Paramount Coffee Project. In fact it is an Aussie coffee shop with the original. Ring in Surry Hills, Sydney . It’s staffed with young Aussies just hanging out and (some anyway) doing the LA thing of having a few projects on the go. It’s a cute place and the day I was there (Mid week around (late) lunchtime) there was a decent crowd of meetingers, writers and WiFi suckers. I went for the coffee but couldn’t go past the lumpia sausage roll. It was so yummy and hit the spot perfectly.
Lumpia sausage roll at PCP
Well positioned for those of you put shopping for street wear or breaking the bank on that one-off pair of runners that puts the price of your Louboutin collection to shame this is the place to go. You can order and eat inside or order from the coffee window outside so you don’t waste that valuable shopping time.
It’s a fair question isn’t it? Can you get scouted just by surfing in Malibu? After all it is LA and you hear stories like that all the time. How did you start modelling? Well I was shopping and a talent scout handed me her card and told me to come into their agency.
But surfing in Malibu? Can you get scouted doing what you love to do?
Apparently that answer is yes for two guys we met last week. They were on set when my daughter filmed her first commercial. It’s not out yet so I can’t say too much–except of course that it’s very exciting!
Living the Dream
It’s all very exciting securing a commercial but it’s a whole ‘nother thing getting to Set. It’s quite daunting when you’re the youngest there and you’ve never done this before.
That is until you find out it’s also the first time for your two co-stars who happened to be scouted while surfing in Malibu. Don’t get me wrong, they still had to read some lines and answer some questions, it’s just that their audition was on the beach. In one case it he went up to get his car and came back to get his mate. That’s when they asked him if he’d be interested in being in a commercial. He was still reeling at the fact that he offered to get the car and pick up his mate. If he hadn’t have done that he would not be in “the right place at the right time.”
Immediately the fog lifted from the actor’s holding area as everyone compared notes about how they got to be, sitting there about to go into hair & make-up and shoot by the beach in Malibu!
It was so refreshing to sit there in LA and hear from these guys about how grateful they are to be there and how happy they are to be living the dream. It was like one of my “never-in-my-wildest-dreams” moments Zero pretension and attitude.
Ron E Laybacks
You know you walk into a room or a place and you look at someone and you pass judgement on them–positive, negative or neutral–you come to some conclusions about who they are and what they are. Location (a commercial shoot) has some bearing on it as well as their general attitude.
We walked in and Ron E Laybacks was laidback, confident and happy. He was a natural conversationalist and everyone around him was listening and engaging with him.
Quietly I filled in the forms for Miss 16 while she got her schoolwork out and started work. We listened in trying not to seem like we were listening but the general banter was on commercial work.
It could have been safe to assume that Ron E has been doing this shit for years–no trepidation, his body language was all confident and, while there’s not the slightest bit of pretension about him, there was not the slightest bit of self-doubt either. None of the “where-do-I-go” hesitation my daughter and I were wondering about.
One by one the talent would go to hair and make-up until finally it was me and Ron E. I introduced myself and he to me. My accent gives him a new conversation point: “I was in Australia a few years back surfing. Spent two months surfing in Ulladulla and Mollymook.”
“Oh cool,” I said, “we have a house not far from there in Jervis Bay.”
It turns out Ron E got his hands on a $299 Virgin flight so he thought he’d go visit a friend who was there for a year. He packed himself up and together with his surfboard headed for Australia. He got himself a job on a Roadworks sign directing the traffic and he was able to do this while “living the dream” surfing.
We talked about meat pies, the best surfing spots and the laid-back “charmed” Australian life.
Back in the US
Then all conversation turned to the day’s shoot. Where else in the world can you be surfing in Malibu and someone comes up to you and asks you if you’re interested in filming a commercial? “We’re living the dream,” he yelled for everyone.
Better still for Miss 16 she was immediately less anxious and enjoying the moment. Ron E and her “co-star”, Matt, were such sweet breaths of fresh air.
The shoot seemed to go by so quickly. People were lingering trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on and taking photos of the “stars” shooting this commercial. A number of takes, re-starts, changing things up and their bit was done. Following this was a long series of still photos taken by the Director (a renowned feature film and Commercial Director) and another photographer and they were a wrap. Time for craft services!
On location for a fun day shooting a commercial
Stay true to yourself
Before they wrapped there were many photos taken of Miss 16. “Mum/Mom it’s clear who the star is in this shoot,” the boys said to me. They were genuinely so pleased for her and were still reeling in the fact that they were on a commercial shoot living the dream.
As Miss 16 finished up there were High-fives all around. The boys repeated their words to Miss 16 about being their rock star. “Awww,” she said loving hanging out with these guys.
Then they hit her with the best advice they could: “Be true to yourself, remember this, remember us. You’re going to be famous but don’t change.”
Matt, her cute co-star said, “I’ve seen too many lovely people change who they are and are just no longer nice, don’t let that happen to you.”
They then turned to me and made me promise I wouldn’t let that happen.
I promised there are too many people around her that would definitely NOT let that happen!
It all depends where you live in LA
LA is like 20 small cities stacked next to each other–they’re all so so different. You can literally walk a few blocks into the next city and it will be night and day from the one you came from. It’s possible to find your peeps in LA, you just need to find the right area.
It’s also possible to find good eggs everywhere throughout LA. We’ve been lucky enough to meet some amazing, kind, warm, fun people. Probably the thing all these people have in common is that they’re all true to themselves. And they don’t take themselves too seriously either. A great combination.
So thank you Ron E Laybacks. And Matt. What a pleasure it was hanging out with you for the day “living the dream”, soaking it all in, not taking ourselves too seriously and just having fun. I hope that attitude comes out in the final product.
Thanks for the great influence you had over my daughter in such a short time. She’s truly blessed and I hope she remembers it for many years to come.
Chevy Tailgates Commercial 2019
And if they don’t get cut out, and they manage to get some airplay I’ll share the ad with you. Here it is!
xx It Started in LA xx
updated January 14 with the ad–poor Ron E didn’t make the cut but he got himself a lot of fun and a “great feed”.
Give me a second to get a coffee (or maybe something a little stronger), a box of tissues and perhaps some chocolate. It’s not easy but I’m here to talk about College move-in, the inevitable trip to drop my son to College aka Uni.
A week ago was move-in day for us–a day that up until a couple of years ago was not in my future.
I wrote those two paragraphs two weeks ago. And I still can’t bring myself to write about it. Actually I thought writing about it would help. The bottom line is that nothing can prepare you for dropping your son (or daughter) to College (aka Uni). Even if you’re prepared for it because you’ve grown up knowing that it is inevitable–which it’s not when you live in metropolitan Sydney–it’s still hard. Just saying.
Let me back it up a little. I did not want I took myself through a number of months of self therapy–I set up a Pinterest board on Graduation lunch ideas, ploughed myself into menu planning, decoration shopping and coming up with different drafts for an invitation.
Oh yes, I had custom M&Ms, specially made cookies, everything themed in his College colours–even put coloured beach balls in the pool. Yep, I did all that.
The table all set and ready for lunch
Graduation came and went and I can proudly say I survived. It wasn’t at all sad because he was ready to spread his wings and fly; he was ready for school to be over.
With that summer was upon us. Hooray! We had holidays planned including a mother and son (and his girlfriend!) trip back to Australia and the holidays between finishing school and starting Uni has to be one of the best of your life so I wanted them to be enjoyed.
But now fast forward three months and just like that he’s gone. While a quiet soul, the house is empty. The dogs are acting weird, my daughter misses her brother (so much more than she ever thought she would), my husband stalks him and I’m still in shock.
I thought I was going to be OK. I’m fine, I’m totally fine I kept telling myself. Until I wasn’t.
Shopping–a new form of nesting I never thought I’d get to experience
But it wasn’t all bad. College move in is like you’re nesting all over again.
There was a bit of a process in getting my son ready. Did you know this moving to College caper is a whole industry? And it’s not small. At Berkeley alone there were 6,000 new kids moving into dorms at the start of this school year. 6,000. That’s a lot of new sheets (they need a special size sheet–twin xl–so you can’t just bring them from home) and towels and dustbusters (portable vacuum cleaners) to buy.
Bed Bath & Beyond is all geared up for this time of year. You set up an appointment, it has lists of all the Colleges and what the requirements are and it might surprise you to know that they’re not necessarily sanctioned by the Uni and it’s just BBB’s opinion of what the kids might need. Ok, it might also be its opinion of what the kids should bring or its opinion on what would make parents feel better that their kids bring (ie said dustbuster).
There’s a whole program at BBB where you pick what you want then they look up the nearest store to your Uni and the items get put away over there for you to collect when you move in. It’s called Pack and Go. It’s quite genius. Theory is you then don’t need to lug it half way across the country you can get it there.
Steep learning curve
That might work well for some parents but this mum got a little confused. Firstly I tried to trick the system. My son went online and chose everything then we went to the store with the list and asked for it to be set aside at our soon-to-be nearest store. Uh, no. Turns out we needed barcodes and if the stock wasn’t instore you couldn’t order it online and have it sent there. (That doesn’t make sense does it? It’s not just me?). Anyway, after going around the store we finally got all the things we thought we needed, bought some stuff to take home so we could organise it and/or wash it. (Don’t you just love organising stuff?).
But then I forgot that I ordered a mattress protector to be picked up at our new store, I thought I didn’t get it at our current store and ordered it online to come here to the house. No problems, we can just return the mattress protector at the new store. Next.
We also forgot to add the fan we’d set aside at the old store. So I called the new store (are you keeping up?) and asked them to put the fan aside with the rest of our “Pack and Go”. No, turns out you must call the old store so it can call the new store and see if it’s in stock then set up a whole new Pack and Go order. Even though I looked online first and saw that the new store had it in stock. You can’t go direct to the source, that’s not the system. Oops. OK, well not my problem at least I didn’t go into the store and could do it all over the phone.
Dorm decorating: another industry I never thought was in my future
We bought some cute things to decorate his dorm–a new rug, some neon lights from Urban and a movie poster from home–all things to make his new home feel like home.
This is where I take you aside and tell you that the decorating thing is real–it is on for young and old. These dorms are decked out all pretty and cosy and there is no leaving anything out. It could be more the girls but if you check out Pottery Barn Dorm you’ll see exactly what I mean.
As if having his whole new dorm packed up in the Dining Room wasn’t bad enough we had to get it all car ready and move-in ready.
The car’s packed and we’re ready to take our son to College aka Uni
And that’s when it started to get real.
Despite asking time to stay still for just a while it refused to do it. Not quite sure how we got there but next thing you know it was the night before it was time to leave. We went to one of our favourite sushi places–he’s not going to get good LA sushi on a student’s budget–and that’s when it hit me. Tomorrow we’d be driving up in the car and I won’t be able to stop time. He won’t be coming back with us. A few tears at dinner–I wasn’t proud of that. And with that we went home to throw me over the edge. Yes, we went home and watched Toy Story 3. You know? The one where Andy goes off to College. Yep, that one. More tears and time for bed. An early start, a last breakfast, an emotional farewell to the dogs and packing the car.
Toy Story 3–don’t watch it unless you’re ready to face the inevitable
On the road
Packing the car didn’t seem so bad, even our last breakfast wasn’t as bad as dinner the night before. Saying goodbye to the dogs–who did not have a clue what was going on except that they knew something wasn’t quite right–was hard.
Part of my self-imposed therapy was documenting every moment on an Instagram story. Apart from making some friends cry I was the only one who thought it would be a good thing to do–that’s code for the two in the back didn’t appreciate it AT ALL.
Still we sang, we slept, we got way frustrated with the bad driving and it was all good.
Fast forward to actual College move-in
The logistical process itself is actually painless. We drove up, got to stop in a drop-off zone for 20 minutes and unloaded the car. The kids went and got a huge trolley on wheels and we loaded it up with the well-packed contents of his new dorm (yes, I did an outstanding job as a mother), Mr H parks the car nearby (also painless) and up we went.
There was loud music playing, cheerleaders doing their stuff, stands with free stuff and the vibe was very upbeat. That’s right folks, they’ve done this before and they know how to do it.
Unpacking everything in his room was also painless.
Special shoutout to the man at the new BBB store for clarifying that the mattress protector goes on the mattress (don’t want any bed bugs) and then the topper goes on and then you’ll need another thing to go on top of the mattress topper to keep it in place otherwise my baby boy might have been subjected to the possibility of a beg bug creeping up from the mattress, over the mattress topper and through the sheet. It’s OK, disaster averted.
My son is fortunate to have two mothers to unpack everything for him (the other being his younger sister) and one Dad who can set him up his own wireless network as rumour was the wireless network was a bit hit & miss due to the sheer volume of devices trying to suck every last Snapchat from their mates all across the country embarking on the same journey. Oh and work too of course.
Best mum in the world
I mean, seriously, I’d thought of everything. We had hooks for the trophy (stuffed animal deer type trophy not sports trophy), velcro strips, push pins, everything you could possibly need to put everything away and up in its new home. Except a bloody tool kit to put the fan together. (We may or may not have smirked at the fact that, well, who the $%&* needs a toolkit in their dorm?). And I didn’t think about the batteries for the remote either. I mean seriously, shouldn’t they come with batteries?
So, like a good move-in family it was back to Bed Bath & Beyond. We could’ve gone back to Target which was way closer but we had bought a storage stand and there was no room anywhere in that small dorm to put it so back it went too. (Lucky we resisted the sofa as pictured on Pottery Barn Dorm). We did alright with only one return.
Still, I give myself a 9.93 out of a possible 10 for move-in organisation. If only every task I had was self-imposed therapy then perhaps I’d be a 9.93 at life too.
Drumroll, we’re actually going to have to say goodbye
We’ve delayed the inevitable long enough. It’s actually time to say goodbye. Like leaches we busily worked arranging and re-arranging all that we’d unpacked, reluctant to say the job was done.
Making sure it all works
One last check of the network, making sure the screws were tightly fixed onto so the fan doesn’t fly away and decapitate someone (highly unlikely PS) and that the nightlight on the toilet seat germ-safe thing I’d bought fits OK. There was nothing left to do. Yes it’s a thing and yes I bought it and yes I even put it in, couldn’t just skim past that one could you?
His two roommates were starting to get disgruntled (their parents were long gone) so I guess it wastTime to exit stage left.
Dorm life when mum makes your bed
Why do I actually have to say goodbye? Why can’t we just pretend we went through that whole process and he can just come home with us? (Why do I have to feel like this?). There’s plenty of room in the car. I’ll never really know if he was as sad and melancholy about the whole thing as we were. But into the hallway we went for our final hugs. I run back … one more, just one more hug! (I’ve started you haven’t I? You’re doing it aren’t you? You’re feeling a little sad. Did I see a tear? I’m sorry, really I am.)
It’s just such a strange, horrible feeling. I wasn’t OK.
Cue Green Day’s Time of My Life
You see, where I come from your son or daughter graduates from school, you are terrified about Schoolies week and whether they’d get alcohol poisoning or get themselves in trouble, then they come back and you bitch and moan about the house not being a hotel, yell at them to do something other than party the whole time then wait to find out which course they’d got into at which uni. And then before you know it they’re off–somewhere between 12 and 20 contact hours a week, working part time somewhere and yes, still treating the house like a hotel.
They’re not supposed to be moving away.
But he is. And it’s great for him. You know I’ve talked about how hard the whole College application process can be here. So he earnt it. And this really is a turning point for him. It is.
Two weeks later
And so here I am two weeks later. Is it only two weeks? How is it that three months goes past faster than you can order a glass of rose yet two weeks crawls by with the second hand slowly ticking in the background determined to take its sweet time?
I’m not OK. Don’t tell me it will be OK–although I’m sure it will be. I have no choice but for it to be OK. And what an amazing experience Mr 18 is going through. And while I’m being totally self indulgent by wallowing in my own self pity I stop and think of a friend whose daughter was in a serious car accident before graduation and she hasn’t even woken up yet.
So, I’ll pick myself off the ground, see if ordering another glass of rose will speed time along a bit and hope but not hope that the next four years flies by as fast as the last four have flown by.
I’m back in LA and, as if we were still living in China, I get a case of severe culture shock when we get back. Oh yes, you might not think so but LA has a very distinct culture. And it’s hands-down more noticeable when you get back than when you’re in the moment.
It got me thinking, how do you define LA. Here are five things that make LA … LA.
1. The Faces
Oh My God, the faces. These dermatologists and plastic surgeons are having the last laugh–aging men and women are lining up, chucking all their cash at them and they’re laughing all the way to the Bank. Just for a minute I wonder if they truly looked at themselves in the mirror could they face the fact that they look like clowns. Unattractive clowns with mouths that look like Heath Ledger’s portrayal of the Joker, plump lips that are disproportional with their face and foreheads–shiny smooth foreheads–that cover half their face. Big cheeks plumped up with so much filler it’s not helping–in fact it’s making things all the worse.
The day after I arrived, I was walking into a shop minding my own business when I looked up and came eye to eye with a 60-plus year old lady, not a wrinkle in sight, forehead from here to eternity and big, big eyes that were so wrong on so many levels. I actually physically jumped with fright. No, in LA botox is simply not enough. Give me aging gracefully anyday.
2. Gym gear
Sure I see people in Australia in gym gear, I may have spotted the odd person in London, I can’t say I saw anyone in Paris but back in LA every second person is in their gym (or yoga?–said with a Valley-girl accent) gear. And, like me if I decide to fit in with the LA look, they haven’t been to the gym. Their fully made up looking perfect and the gym gear could actually be a way for them to tell the world their favourite meal is kale salad. They take the active wear phenomenon to a whole new level. Lululemon has a lot to answer for.
It’s not hard peoples, buy some nice shoes, a skirt, a dress, even a pair of pants or shorts with a nice top–these outfits aren’t reserved for going out. You can actually wear them out during the day and feel good about yourselves.
3. It’s all about me
You may think with the number of celebrities in LA I’m talking about them. Oh no. LA seems to have bred itself a culture of self-absorbed, very important, all-about-me people. And that’s hard to take when you like a bit of the spotlight and glory yourself.
You need to go somewhere/anywhere, you need to get in your car and drive. And if you don’t have your car you hop in an Uber or Lyft. That might even be a short trip down the road: walking is not the thing to do. Let’s face it with Valet parking top notch here you don’t even walk to/from your car. Nope, LA is not the place to be carless.
And that means there are millions of cars on the road. And, with the said entitlement culture, there are a lot of people on the road who are in a hurry to get somewhere and you need to get out of their way, or read their mind when they cut you off or turn without indicating. LA drivers are anything but polite or patient.
Even as I was writing this I had an incident in the Westfield carpark at Century City. They have a smart parking system which reads and detects your numberplate on entry. Then if you download the app and register your numberplate/registration, as you exit it charges the parking to your credit card–at a discounted fee. Who wouldn’t be all about that?
So, I went in not bothering about being close to the ticket machine. The system glitched (misread my numberplate–doh) and I had to essentially get out of my car to get my ticket. Just before I could do this a young very unlady-like chick pulled up and immediately started beeping at me. Obviously in a hurry you can bet she judged me for being so far from the booth. I gave her lip and got my ticket. She beeped again before I could even shut my door. And proceeded to beep until I drove through the boomgates.
Now seriously, do you think I enjoy spending my time getting a ticket out of the machine at a carpark entrance? Hell I don’t even like paying for parking. So now I’m pissed off and I am giving her lip and–of course–taking my sweet time. Because chick, who thinks she’s more important than anyone else in a hurry at Westfield Century City, here’s a tip, just because you’re tooting me does not mean I’m going to be all like “oh-my-god-I-better-hurry”; in fact you can bet I’m going to take my sweet time and piss you off even more. And I hope you were late to whatever important thing you had to do.
5. The Sushi is so so good
The first place we go to eat when we get back–and the last place we go before we leave–is one of our favourite sushi joints. LA has bloody good sushi. Not only is it fresh but it’s innovative and different. You can get any number of different roll combinations and the spicy tuna is to die for. Did someone say crispy rice? YES PLEASE. Yes, if it’s one thing LA does well, hands down it’s sushi.
Don’t get me wrong, I love LA for more than just the sushi. Five years on I’m happy to have good friends and call LA home. But sometimes LA can be hard to bear–once you’re in it’s fine but when you drop back in it takes a little while to get your LA groove back on. When I lived in China we used to need “get out of China breaks”. For the record is a bit the same.
But LA is a bit like being on drugs or having a really good “one-night stand”: you know you should wean yourself off but at the time it’s so good you just want to go back. One more time.
An Australian’s perspective–an Australian applying for American College from the US.
What a relief: we live to tell the tale! I’ve tried to avoid boring you with woeful tales of stress about applying to get into College in the US as Australians living here. Although I do think it’s easier because we live here, it is all so different from what we’re used to–and there is a lot of pressure over here while you endure the process–that it turns into a very stressful time. And, because of that, I thought I should write about being an Australian applying for American College from the US.
So much easier at this end of the process too, let me tell you.
If you could see me now my head is swollen with pride. I’m kicking back patting myself on the back for not only having a smart son get into College but for helping him through application time and trying really hard not to pester him too much.
Of course it’s me who has done all the work isn’t it?
OK, not really the hard, hard work, just the love, guidance and inspiration. But enough about me, here’s a little step-by-step guide as to what you need to consider when applying your HSCer/VCEer/Senior/Year 12er to College in America. At least, here’s a step-by-step guide of the what we went through to apply to College here in the US.
It’s a big part of the process to go on College tours here. Not everyone does it but many, many do. There’s a big belief here that you have to feel where you’re applying to to see if you like it and whether you can picture yourself there. It makes a lot of sense seeing as a) your kid will be spending their next four years there but also b) and perhaps more importantly that your hard-earnt coin is going to be shelled out there.
On the upside many of these Colleges are amazing places to visit in their own right on beautiful grounds and full of history and intrigue. On the downside you invest a lot of time, effort and money into going around the country visiting these institutions. Most of the Colleges have great online/virtual visits so don’t worry too much about this step if you can’t make it happen.
TIP: Book your trips early and before you commit to airfares and accommodation make sure you can book a space on the tour–they book out faster than you can say, “Will we check out Harvard?”
Bonus TIP: If you like the sound of the College but can’t visit apply and if you get in then arrange to visit before you commit.
This is the total stress ball part of the process. While many Colleges link themselves to a thing called the Common App (where you can apply to multiple Colleges in a single app) it’s a little deceiving because most Colleges still want you to answer their own special questions. What it’s great for though is not having to write your name, address and date of birth 15 different times.
Even though you apply to many of these Colleges on one Common App you still have to pay to have your ACT or SAT sent to all the different places–no free ride there unless you are eligible for financial aid. Remember peoples this is a business. And you still have to pay an application fee per College you apply to–yep that beautiful thing called capitalism.
Speaking of SAT & ACT
I hate to bring this up, especially if you’re in Australia reading this and are wonderfully oblivious to what goes on here in the US. Mark my words there is a lot of tutoring, studying and sitting and resitting of those exams that goes on here. At least it does in LA.
The good thing about this application process, however, is that they read the application based on your student–where they’re from and what the situation is in their corner of the world. So if you’re just doing your SAT or ACT once and you live in Australia I wouldn’t worry about it too much.
By the way, my son was happy with his SAT score and decided to only sit it once. We were happy with him for making that decision. While he may have got some extra marks we were never sure if the score would make a difference. Also Colleges get to see how many times you sit the test and even if they take the best one you have to wonder when they think it took you four goes to get there–or what they think when you decide to only take it once!
How many Colleges should I apply to?
So this questions depends on where you live and the peer group pressure around you. At College Prep schools (aka private schools here in LA) there are a lot of applications that get sent out. The average may be around 12 but it can be from as “few” as eight to as many as 20. That’s a lot of work. Let me repeat, that’s a lot of work.
Your essay–your story–is so vitally important spend some time thinking about it and how you want yourself to be seen. There are books and articles written on this topic alone so I can’t properly give my two-cents worth on this here; except to say really try to think outside the box; without looking like you’re really trying to think outside the box. Of course it helps if you’re a good writer but if you’re not that strong make up for it in the content and have someone like an English teacher at school help you edit and give you feedback.
If you’re applying via the Common app don’t be fooled into thinking you’ll only have to write one essay too. Remember this Blog post when we were going through the arduous process? Yep, there are (or at least can be) a lot of questions and they can be really hard to answer–especially for us Australians who aren’t necessarily very good at telling people how good we are.
Each College has extra questions they want you to answer; and these are time-consuming! Some Colleges want 100-word responses, others 25 words, others one word-answers and of course others again want another essay. Whatever they are asking for though know what they want and prepare for it ahead of time. Your “story” will invariably have a few different elements to it and knowing these questions and drafting the answers ahead of time will help you refine your application.
TIP: Start your essay and extra questions before school starts (if you’re at school in the US). Once you start school there’s a lot to do and there’s not a lot of time (or energy) for extra work.
The Calm before the storm
Enjoy this time, it’s the best! It’s the time between early January and end of February/early March when you can’t do a single thing. Applications are closed and now you have to sit and wait. But stressing isn’t going to help so you may as well keep up your grades and have a good time.
The stress comes back in the form of acceptances–will I or won’t I get into the Colleges I’ve applied to.
There’s quite an etiquette that goes along with asking whether they got in. Basically everyone knows pretty well what day (and sometimes the time) acceptances come out. It’s hard not to get caught up in the moment and hover over your senior while they’re bracing themselves for whether they get into the School of their dreams or not.
In our house we “disappeared” downstairs basically waiting for sobs or screams. In actual fact we got no sobs as the rejections were “reach” schools where he really just wanted to see if he had a shot of getting in. There were screams of joy and happily for us he got into the schools we thought he would. #yay
To increase the stress there are sites like College Confidential that provide hours of searching and reading other people’s stories. I don’t advise looking. But then again …
National Candidate Reply Date
May 1 is National Candidate Reply Date. This is basically your deadline date to say to your College of choice, yes I’m in. But sometimes it’s not always that easy. You might be waitlisted at your first choice or you might be waitlisted at more than one. Either way this is decision crunch day. Hopefully for you it’s the easy bit though. Good luck.
Applying to Australian Uni from the US
But what do you do if the shoe is on the other foot? How does an Australian living in the US apply for Uni in Australia? Well assuming you’re an Australian citizen the good news is you absolutely can and it’s a pretty easy process. I put in a couple of inquiries and found you just have to apply like everyone else in Australia. The ACT or SAT is accepted and Unis publish the equivalent score you need to get into your Course of choice.
Sydney Uni sent me a score conversion table which laid everything out really clearly. (The link takes you to the 2018 version of the entry guide, fyi). UTS said it didn’t do it and asked me to contact the Universities Admissions Centre, UAC.
If the Uni of your choice doesn’t publish a table and, like UTS, they send you to UAC here’s the reply you get:
If you wish to purchase a UAC Schedule which has the university rank for the achievement in your overseas Year 12 study it will cost $A95.00, payable by credit/debit card (MasterCard and Visa).
Please write to the Managing Director and include the following information:
Your email address including+ daytime telephone number
Country of Origin
Alternatively, you can call our office on +61 2 9752 0200 and request and pay over the phone.
Please sign your letter. Post your request to:
Locked Bag 112
Silverwater NSW 2128
I asked UAC about timing of applications etc. The bummer is that if you want to compare offers it’s pretty hard given the school calendars don’t match. We were thinking of it as a positive though, and thinking a nine-month gap “year” is a pretty good thing. I also had the peer group pressure thing sorted out and was going to buy my son a Gap sweatshirt to wear in the obligatory “College photo.”
The other good thing about the gap is you have time to resit your SAT after your kids’ senior year is done if you don’t quite have the right score. This takes the pressure off having to do it while they’re at school trying to work hard to get the marks or GPA they’re after.
Applications for 2019 admissions will open on our website early August.
When he applies he will need to request his SAT results are released by the College Board directly to us, our institution code is 3719. He will also need to upload his High School Diploma to his application to show completion.
Applying to UAC
As Australian citizens we apply as domestic students. Here’s a link to a video which shows you step-by-step how to apply. Here’s the relevant page on tHE UAC website too which says
Now that we’re done I thought I’d do a quick addition of what applying for College here cost me seeing as I’ve bitched and moaned a bit throughout the last 18 months. I really did it the cheap way with very few College visits.
But. Everything here comes at a price–it’s how America is a “great” nation–there’s an industry for everything.
Education up to High School might be free but if you want to do extra subjects (at some high schools) you have to pay; if you want to do Advanced Placement (AP) subjects, you have to pay registration fees and an exam fee. If you want a tutor to help you through your SAT or ACT you have to pay. If you want to go to private school you have to sit an entrance exam and that costs money (and most of the time parents pay for tutoring to sit the exam so that costs more money). but I digress. Here we go.
Tutor for SATs $960
Visiting Berkeley & Stanford $500 for food, lodging & parking
Sitting for the SAT $60
Sitting for the SAT Subject exams (three exams, one sitting) $80
Visiting USC $10 parking–bargain!
Submitting SAT scores to Colleges $60
AP Scores $75 plus again this year
Stanford application $90
UCs application (UCLA & UC Berkeley) $140
USC application $85
NYU application $80
Harvard application $75
SORT OF TOTAL (I wouldn’t call it Grand Total) $2115
If you’re Australian applying to College from Australia
It can still be done. I had a friend who did it all herself for her fabulous runner and he got a free ride into an American College. The steps are the same, the application is essentially the same–you just apply as an International student. But guess what? We also had to apply as an International student. It’s all possible!
If you are a sport spice I recommend reaching out to Coaches via each College’s athletics webpages. Each sport provides guidelines. And, if you’re lucky enough to be considered not only will they offer you a free ride but they may well offer to tour you through the campus–on their coin! Yep, College athletics is huge. And that’s a whole other story …
By an (Australian) country mile (or should that be kilometre?) G’Day USA Gala in LA is the best event in LA. Bar none. Well maybe except if I was nominated for an Oscar or Golden Globe. Actually probably not even.
There’s something so comfortable about Australians that make them (us!) so easy–and fun– to be around. I’m not sure if Americans share that opinion but I think they might.
Take the G’Day USA Gala here in LA. Held around Australia Day every year it symbolises the union and mateship between America and Australia over the years. Not only do we bring our best actors and performers over (Margot Robbie was honoured this year), we also bring chefs (Curtis Stone who really is more than just the spunky Coles guy) and great business people (eg Mr H).
The G’Day USA Gala in LA not only showcases and honours our great talent (mainly in entertainment) but it encourages American investment and partnerships in Australia. That’s basically how I get my guernsey–by the Australian government and organisations like AusFilm encouraging companies like Mr H’s to invest more in Australia or bring their productions to Australia.
What does it mean to be Australian?
I’ve been to a few awards shows now. I love them but there’s something so different about this one. The schedule is jam-packed as are the awards shows (you don’t go to catch up with the people on your table) but the program is so much more fun and engaging. And just a little bit more low key whilst maintaining its pizzaz and hoopla. Take for example Rebel Wilson singing a duet with the very fun Hugh Sheridan. It’s a classy number and well performed then you look down and see Rebel has her shoes off. Clearly those shoes were far from comfortable.
Part of what it means to be Australian is finding a very comfortable place being self-deprecating–and to hang shit on others. When honouring Big Little Lies “other” Producer (we met her on stage during the Golden Globes but many not in the know wondered who she was) Bruna Papandrea, Isla Fisher gave the best speech.
You can only describe her words, spoken truly eloquently and from the heart, as magically Australian:
“Audiences would know Bruna had Reese or Nicole ever once given her the microphone.”
Then, “I get the shit movies and I still have to give the speech.”
I mean, priceless! That there is what we mean by being very Australian. And I love it.
And a little video clip that sums up what we feel to be Australian–same same but oh so different!
The Lucky Country
I think Margot Robbie summed it up best:
“I moved to America seeking more opportunities, I bought a house here, I started a business here, I had found prosperity and success in this country.
“I’m sure many Aussies in the room know that in school we’re taught that Australia is the lucky country, and it is… but we’re also taught that the United States of America is the land of opportunity, and I’ve always thought if it that way.”
“As a girl from the lucky country living in the land of opportunity, I can say with absolute certainty, when you have opportunity collide with luck, incredible things can happen.”
(Thanks to Variety for the quote as I was too busy enjoying to scribe!)
Whenever people ask me if we’re staying here in the US they’re shocked when I say no. It’s because we are from the lucky country and we don’t have to escape to have a better life. I love my Australian life. But what I haven’t been able to properly articulate is what Margot Robbie so eloquently put it: we are given an opportunity here in the US and we’ll make the most of that opportunity given we’ve been given some good fortune and opportunity.
While we had Jess Mauboy performing, Delta and Human Nature that’s not what I’m talking about!
With Mr H away in India I was lucky enough to “freeload” with a friend whose fiance was off with Mr H in India. None of us thought anything of it–I got to go to my fave event, Mr MGM got to go with someone with his special person being away (me!) and Mr H didn’t have to feel bad that I would miss out on the event.
But oh the reaction from the Americans was hysterical. They were almost embarrassed we were there together. A little chuckle from one couple, a little red-faced was another and the smirks and giggles as we might have been “swinging” was mentioned.
“And they’re OK with it?”
“Of course they are, they enabled it!” I said somewhat surprised at their reactions.
More awkward laughter. I almost felt like I was doing something wrong then. We’re friends with no ulterior motive, no Hollywood sleaze or miss intentions yet I felt like eyes were on us.
It was, needless to say, very strange indeed.
Oh, did someone say Jess Mauboy? Yeah, here’s a little selfie we took:
If we were write a post, though, on the differences between Australians and Americans it would have to be the ending. So very LA!
The Americans are out the door rushing to valet as soon as our second national anthem is playing. If they’re lucky they’ll beat the queues and get out of there ahead of the others.
The Australians are pouring another glass of wine and singing proudly with the celebs, politicians and diplomats up on the stage ready to party on at the after-party. Yep, the fun is only getting started as everyone–celebs, politicians and all–are headed to the after party.
I’ve posted a few moments on my Instagram story and preserved them as a highlight so hop on and relive it with me!
Oh yeah, Michelle was in that one
Unlike Awards Shows’ after parties there is no second red carpet or necessary outfit change, it’s time to let your hair down. Apart from a couple of big names (deeply disappointed Margot Robbie didn’t party on but I did hear she wasn’t feeling well) everyone was up on the dance floor and having fun catching up.
Not one to shy away from the action I had a lovely catch up with Kim Ledger (Heath’s father who took the Lifetime Achievement award for the late, great Heath Ledger). As we were talking I had this surreal moment when I was describing what Mr H does. I explained he (well not he “he” but he he) was responsible for putting Christopher Plummer in the place of Kevin Spacey for the movie “All the Money in the World.” Struggling to come up with the name though I said, you know, the J Paul Getty movie, something money. His reply was, oh yes, Michelle was in that one. Doh. Of course, Michelle Williams, that Michelle, no one much. Oh LA!
But we were chatting away being perfectly normal.
You’re The Voice
Then there was the finale as the whole crowd was singing, “You’re the Voice” by John Farnham. In groups we stood side-by-side singing at the top of our lungs. I didn’t see that at the Golden Globes After Party.
No sir, Australians love to party and don’t mind letting their hair down. They’re not too important to be singing and interacting with anyone who wants and it all makes for a mighty fine evening.
G’Day USA Gala in LA
It was the same last year.
And I hope to find out it will be the same next year too!
Maybe I’ll find an Australian designer to “dress me” next year.
xx It Started in LA xx
Here are some write-ups in the Australian press on the event:
Do you celebrate Australia Day in LA? Did I tell you about the first and the last time we celebrated Australia Day in LA? It was a doozy. So much so that it was about four years ago. Each year I think about holding another Australia Day party and each year I get cold feet.
This year is no different. Given it falls on a Friday I asked my son if he wanted to have some mates over to celebrate Australia Day. I had it all planned in my head.
Drinks are easy: Australian beer, Australian wine and Australian soft drink (that would be “soda” to you Americans and “pop” to you Brits.
Fortunately I was sent some Bundaberg Ginger Beer from my now best mates over at Bundaberg (keep them coming guys!). So I had the drinks covered, not just from the soft drink side but Bundaberg Ginger Beer (synonymous in our house by the generic name of just “Ginger Beer”–in other words there is no other ginger beer) makes the best Moscow Mules. Like EVER! Tick.
Also very easy–although much easier when my mates Garlo’s was in town. (Taking a minute’s silence to mourn their loss).
So a simple Barbie–snags (sausages) in bread for the kiddos and some prawns (shrimp) for the grown ups. Throw in some mini pies and sausage rolls to start with and I’ll bet you’re salivating right now.
Of course there would be pavlova and Tim Tams for dessert and if everyone was lucky we’d break open the stash of party mix. What wouldn’t be on the menu is breaking open our (very small and sacred) stash of Violet Crumbles. What would be even more mouth-wateringly scrumptious would be to break open some Golden Gaytimes. How I wish we could package them up and bring them home with us.
For those of you not in the know, Gaytimes are the most divine ice-creams you can buy–the epitome of heaven on a stick.
Side note for my Aussie mates. Did you know Wonderpies in Melbourne has a Golden Gaytime Pie? Seriously. Seriously. When I head home again I’ve got them lined up to send me a few. I hear they’re bloody good.
Golden Gaytime Pies
Sidenote two, we got very excited to see some product growth in the Gaytime family to the Gaytime Cornettos–Gaynetto for short.
Back to the would-be party. Obviously the theming was covered. I brought over Australia Day flags and other paraphernalia when we moved over so one flag as the tablecloth and another flag flying proudly and a bit of blue & white colouring to finish it all off.
So with everything set to go in my mind it’d be great to celebrate where we’re from and share a lot of love from Australia. So what went so wrong last time we had an Australia Day party?
The last time we celebrated Australia Day in LA
It’s a good story. And perhaps enough dust has settled for me to be able to pick myself up off the floor and tell it. I was reminded of it last Friday night at a dinner party where we played out the events with friends that were also there that day.
The stage was set
We’d been here in LA about six months so our social circle was growing. It was time to invite some of our mates over to the house. My son asked if he could invite a couple of other mates over. “Of course,” I answered in delight. “Let’s invite the parents too.”
So everyone came along. It was mid afternoon on Sunday–rare for here in LA so I must have got everyone on a good weekend. I made party pies and sausage rolls. We were all excited. That was actually the first slip up although I seemed to get away with it. There are a lot of Jewish folk here in LA with a good percentage of my friends Jewish and I forgot all about the fact I was making sausage rolls from pork sausage meat. Rooky mistake, plenty more food no worries.
Everything was going swimmingly
We were pouring wine, chatting and having a lovely Sunday afternoon. It actually–in one of those small world LA type stories–turned out that three of our guests at some point in their lives went to the same boarding school outside London. They weren’t in the same year but there was crossover for sure and we’re talking one party, three guests, one boarding school. In England. I mean boarding school isn’t even that common here let alone in England.
Conversation was flowing, we were getting to know new friends and life was good. Australian music playing in the background and everyone was having fun.
No, not The Slap. That’s another famous Australian BBQ that didn’t end well. It may not have been the actual slap but it sort of felt like it.
Our house in Beverly Hills was on a hill and the house was carved into the hill so if you imagine our backyard was a hill. It wasn’t nicely terraced or landscaped so it could be played on but from time to time there would be some hill play.
This wasn’t hill play. One of the boys apparently ran up the hill and hid in the bushes. Everyone (his parents and the boys) were looking for him and he wasn’t coming out. The kids knew it was up there so we could smell a rat–someone wasn’t happy. Oops.
Long story short there was an altercation with his little brother. I was so nervous one of the kids did something to upset him. Well it turns out that’s exactly what happened. Although the kids didn’t know they did anything. We suspect he didn’t like my son meeting new mates and including him. But that’s what we do back home–the more the merrier.
So the dad, in his fine Gucci shoes and Ralph Lauren Polo shirt tucked into his beautiful designer jeans (with matching Gucci belt) had to go up the hill and pull a great big extraction in front of a huge crowd of onlookers. We were worried for the kid, it wasn’t like it was normal behaviour. I mean it was not a good look for our party either. Welcome to 90210 you’ve just upset people. Oops.
The beginning of the end
Yeah, it was basically the last time we hung out with that family in any real way. I think there were casual Sunday drinks that didn’t last long. And, it could have just been me but I think the parents might have been doing their best to be really obnoxious so we wouldn’t want to hang out with them anyway.
The next I heard some mutual friends were catching up with them and the word was the mum said, “let’s just catch up the two families,” as they hadn’t done anything with the two of them for a while and they just needed to catch up.
So that was it. Six months in and one friendship gone.
One door closes another one opens
The funniest thing was that ending of a friendship–if you could call it that–opened up so many more doors for me. People whom I first met and thought I was nice were curious onlookers because they thought it was odd I was friends with this family. Apparently I missed a couple of warnings but I’m glad I did. I don’t (didn’t) mind finding out for myself.
It turns out that they find it hard to keep friends. I remember at the time being quite down in the dumps about it. It was a bit too early to be losing friends and was it me? Was I not cut out to live the 90210 life?
It turns out I was. I just needed to experience a little Real Housewives of Beverly Hills action before I could tell the tale.
(And in case you’re wondering those mutual friends aren’t friends with them either. Oops.)
Happy Australia Day guys and remember if you’re out and about pick up a pack of Bundaberg Ginger Beer. And if you see them a packet of Tim Tams!
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: If you want tips on how to celebrate Australia Day in LA my mate at Bright Lights of America wrote a great guide. Cheers.
PPS: Yes, Bundaberg sent me some samples of Ginger Beer so this post is sponsored by them. Having said that it is no word of a lie our fave ginger beer so thanks again to the good folk over there.
It’s a great question: do you sell everything in Australia and rebuy it in LA or ship it over? You’ve decided to take the plunge and live the dream. Or maybe, like us, you get an opportunity offered to you on a silver platter. “You’re moving to Hollywood.” Who wouldn’t want to be moved to Hollywood when others are busting their chops to crash on someone’s couch just to live out their dream?
This is one of the topics being debated on a really handy resource and Facebook Group Australians in LA so I thought I’d pool the responses together, give you my two cent’s worth and put it up on the pedestal that is It Started in LA for all to see. I don’t think the answer is as straight forward as it seems: like everything you have to do what feels right for your circumstances.
Selling everything in Australia
I remember when eBay first started I would collect my baby’s clothes that didn’t fit them anymore, bundle them together and get a pretty good price for them. We’re not talking baby’s clothes now (Apple Watch 1.0 and old Beats) but I struggle to selling anything on eBay anymore that’s worth my time listing it and taking it to the Post Office to ship. I still have an eBay pile but just don’t quite get around to listing them.
It’s not to say you can’t sell it and it’s not to say you won’t get at least something for your stuff.
Then there’s Tradingpost.com.au. I found I had slightly better luck with that site for a time. Same with gumtree.com.au But that was around five years ago. Things change.
I lilsted our Dining Table & chairs and no one, I mean no one wanted it. I tried every avenue. I think the problem with Ikea and similar places is that people can get something that looks good brand new so they don’t want second-hand stuff. I ended up bringing them to an Auction House and getting pittance for it there.
Our cars were even harder to sell. The convertible went to an Auction house and my treasured and most loved Audi Q7 was handed to a friend who sold it for me. The new owner ended up getting a one-way flight from Melbourne to Sydney and driving the car back again. Seems they’re more expensive on the second hand market in Melbourne. Go figure!
The thought of buying a car again at Australian prices when we go home makes me sick to my stomach.
Rebuying in LA
It’s true things in LA (and the US in general) are cheaper than Australia. But you still have to buy everything full price. Unless you’re prepared to buy everything second hand.
As one active user on the Facebook group, Paulina, said, “I think it depends on your personal situation–we moved the whole family including kids. When you sell stuff you get peanuts for it and to buy everything–even though it’s cheaper it’s still a lot. Don’t forget you’ll be buying all electricals, kitchen equipment, all electrical. Most rentals come with fridges and washing machines.”
But then, as another person in the group said, “Always loads of stuff going cheap on Aussies in LA.”
And another confirmed, “just get everything new here and throw/sell/donate everything non-essential in Sydney–unless it has major major sentimental value it won’t be worth it, it’ll cost you a lot in transport and/or storage costs. LA is a transient city people are always selling their stuff cheap online you’ll be fine, seriously.”
It seems this group love the Rose Bowl flea market, the first Sunday of every month in Pasadena. After a couple of false starts I still haven’t gone.
“Also check out the Rosebowl flea markets for great furniture. We bought an awesome table and a console there. Often they’ll deliver for a small fee,” according to Liv.
Katrina also chimed in, “Sell it and start a new. Go to the Rose Bowl market and get inspired!”
For more on vintage stuff and the flea markets check my blog here.
Hindsight is a beautiful thing
Then there’s the benefit of hindsight from Sara, “There is always the chance you will move back. Sell the big stuff and see if you can store the smaller stuff with a relative. Then buy stuff here.
“We moved back and forth and really regretted selling all our stuff. It sucked having to rebuy everything. In hindsight, I wish we had hired a storage unit.”
Hindsight is great Sara, the problem is you never know how your experience is going to end up
We put stuff in storage like our fridge, washing machine and dryer and other electrical appliances we weren’t going to be able to use. We did this mainly because we thought we’d be 2-3 years tops and we couldn’t get much money for selling them but to rebuy is hugely expensive. Four and a half years later I dread that storage invoice!
If only we all had a Magic 8 Ball that actually worked!
Budgeting to rebuy everything new in LA
Don’t forget the wattage is different here in the US (110v) as it is in Australia (240v). One person on the Facebook page said the converters don’t really work that well but I bought a really good one (bulky but good) and my Thermomix works a treat.
You should also check the power supply as some items are now compatible with both voltages so it pays to check.
Here’s a breakdown of some “necessities” you’ll need/we bought when we arrived. Yep, it all adds up! Don’t forget to add tax. That’s 10% (OK 9% but you get it) here in LA so don’t forget about that!
I chose a Conair® Infiniti Pro Hair Dryer – Orange for $24.99.
Total spent on these items is $756.93 plus tax ($68.12) equals $825.05 and not including shipping. Many places ship for free when you spend over a certain amount so that’s not a big deal.
Also, if you are Australian you might want to buy a coffee machine, here’s a Nespresso machine for $199 plus tax with free shipping.
Most rentals come with a fridge, washing machine & dryer. Some even come with a microwave, but not that many.
That’s the electrics taken care of. There are lots of furniture shops around and there is the biggest Ikea in nearby Burbank–every Expat family’s favourite must-do store!
Ship it over
This is the category we belong to. Mr H’s company paid for our move and, after having our things in storage while we were in Shanghai, we jumped at the chance to have our own stuff with us.
That’s not the case for others though. One person, Clare, on the Facebook group said, “I didn’t bring anything over, and I was glad, houses here are different styles and none of my furniture would have suited the house we moved into.
“Even though we had a Company paying for our items to be shipped, we went back to them and negotiated an allowance of the same amount as they were willing to pay to ship to buy all new.”
Great tip according to another Facebook group user, Liv, who said, “One other tip is to use Jetta which is excess baggage–we packed up all our artwork in doonas and bedding and it worked a charm. Jetta are very reasonable, pick up your boxes, weigh them and then everything arrived a few days after our flight.”
[Ed: I’ve never heard of Jetta so will definitely look it up. Could be a sponsor for this page ;).]
How much does it cost to ship it over?
According to Alan, “We moved over in March last year (2017) from Sydney to LA. We used Santa Fe, they were great, cost around $15,000 for 3/4 of a 40 foot container.
Lori said, “If you shop around and do some investigating, we got a 20ft for about 5k AUD plus a little extra for removalists to help load and then unload when it arrived in LA.” That doesn’t sound too bad.
Paulina said, “My friend moved with Chez and it cost $7000.”
Kym “paid $9500 for a sole use half container (21 cubic m) inc packing and insurance thru Santa Fe. But I understand If you share a container it’s cheaper.”
What’s your experience selling things in Australia? Have you sold up shop in Australia and rebought where you are? Or did you, like us, get all your things shipped over? Let us know and help others in the process!
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: None of the links or businesses mentioned sponsor me, these are just my preferences. I am, however, looking for sponsors for this post/site. Are you a moving company who can offer great value to our readers? Are you an Auction House that welcomes clients bringing in lots of stuff to sell? Ikea, Bed, Bath and Beyond, Best Buys! If you want to jump in or offer a discount to my readers please do! If you know anyone Contact me. Cheers!
This year I was able to watch the Golden Globes as the past two years I’ve been working. Yay! I realised as I was watching from the comfort of my living room in my black hoodie that I was playing spot your mates at the Golden Globes ceremony.
Yes the 75th annual Golden Globes awards have come and gone for another year. While this Blog has done blow-by-blow accounts in recent years by the time this comes out you will have already dissected the ceremony with write ups from the professional teams of writers and photographers covering the event on the ground. (Read: gone are the days when I think writing about them will get my a guernsey to the event, sigh). But that’s not to say I’m not going to give my humble LA opinion!
I do love the Golden Globes. I do love a good Awards show and the Globes of course kick off Awards season.
Actors and activists
I spent a lot of time juggling social media during the awards shows. I hopped on Facebook Live during the Red Carpet–just love the various medium we have to choose from to gawk!
Some of the comments–in this day and age–are still so woeful. People just think they can say whatever they like just because celebrities are in the spotlight and seem to “ask for it”, for people to say whatever they want.
It’s really interesting that popular opinion is divided somewhere down the middle when it comes to actors being activists and whether or not they should have an opinion.
I’m all for actors speaking up, especially the #timesup cause and the #metoo movement. As a mother of a girl–and one that wants to get into the industry–how can I not?
I get that some people take it all a little bit too far. Others aren’t eloquent and others rant and rave (perhaps we could say present company included) so the message might be there but it’s lost in its delivery.
But the reality is if these actors aren’t going to speak up how else are we–the general populace–going to know about these issues and how then can we do anything about it?
Besides people can’t have it both ways. You either want celebrities to have their say on issues affecting our society or you don’t.
America cracks me up though. It’s no bloody wonder Donald Trump is President. If you recall I predicted he would be–not because of anything other than America’s fascination with celebrity.
So to almost fully contradict what I said about actors being great activists, why does an eloquent celebrity automatically get put up on a pedestal to become the next President? The cries here now are Oprah for President hashtagging like crazy and talking like stupid people as if it’s really A THING. Or worse, should be a thing.
Seriously, you should hear the carry on here and the media is running with it. It’s breaking news–“will she or won’t she; please let’s all hope she does.”
It’s great that anyone can be President. But… If there’s one thing this President should teach us it’s that being recognised doesn’t make us qualified to be President. (Yes I know there’s so many more reasons why this President shouldn’t be president but that’s not my point).
Correct, I’m not one of those people getting on the Oprah for President bandwagon.
And before you jump down my throat, I thought Oprah’s speech was inspiring and she provides a great role model for our girls. She’s come from humble beginnings (the stuff she said about her mum made me cry) but she achieved extraordinary success. She beat the odds, she did it.
But don’t you think we need to stop looking to celebrities to become “The President”? Come on guys, let’s help Politicians be better people, get in touch with the people and lead their country to be better. In order to effect change at the political level you need to have political experience; you need to know how stuff is done; gets done. It’s one of the reasons Trump is so arguably bad because he thinks he knows it all and doesn’t need to play politics. You need to understand the law and you need to understand economics.
But wait, there’s a role for Hollywood and a role for someone like Oprah in politics.
Influencers like Oprah can work hard to change society’s beliefs, old-fashioned views and really instill change. Maybe if she worked together with an inspiring President-to-be together they can deal with the law and popular culture at the same time. What a great combination that could would be.
Woosh-ka. Hell I’m so inspiring maybe we can get the #gwenforpresident2020 going.
Playing spot your mates
Changing gears back to the Golden Globes.
As I was watching I squealed: there’s my girlfriend from tennis. Immediately I texted her to say I spotted her and to say she looks very glam, green with envy. (She texted back from the ceremony to say thank you so I guess in my own little way I was there at one point in time–on a very cool table might I add!)
As another girlfriend and I were texting each other through the ceremony though I started laughing because we were playing “spot your mates”. Instead of watching who was front and centre with the cameras we were looking in the background for people we knew. Her ex-boyfriend and his husband were there and another client of a friend of mine was there too. Looking, looking.
You might recall my son was front and centre at the Emmy’s. I love TV and TV stars but the highlight for me was still playing spot the son!
I know, it looks like I’ve photoshopped him in doesn’t it? I haven’t!
It’s what living in LA is all about–smack bang in the middle of the Entertainment industry and it’s all good fun. Remembering this post about how normal people actually can be, it’s still true. And you may never actually understand unless you live here but I hope this Blog let’s you in on that insight every now and then.
Reese Witherspoon to be my BFF
Speaking of playing spot your mates … While everyone was ogling over Oprah, I was on team Reese. (No, that they were on opposing sides just that my girl crush was elsewhere).
How gorgeous is she? She pulls everyone together, let’s them do the talking, doesn’t get too serious but is so inspirational. And she does it all being fabulous and a great role model for her kids. Go her. And congrats to well-deserved Big Little Lies and can’t wait for Season 2 (complete with a new female director to boot).
Back to natural faces
If there’s one thing our hopefully changing society should do it’s go back to natural faces.
I don’t know about you but living here in LA you notice everyone’s really bad faces. These fillers and over botoxing is getting out of hand. Fresh from being in Australia over Christmas the first thing that hits you is the over-worked faces on women here. I swear the look is not to look young or natural but to look like you’re able to pay for fillers and “work”.
Let’s hashtag no more work. That goes for the blokes too. Look after yourselves, do what you need to do for a natural look but enough of the out of the control facial distortions.
I think there could be a lot of credibility coming back at you if you start there ladies and gents.
And with that it’s over and out for me this week.
xx It Started in LA xx
BTW Image source/credit: Getty / FREDERIC J. BROWN from PopSugar celebrity website
Happy New Year and welcome to 2018. Here’s to good health, good luck & good fortune for 2018.
I’ve got a (good) feeling about 2018. I think it’s going to be a good, good year. And if that line reminds you of a popular song you might well be right. I’m singing it as I type and it’s a clue to what’s coming up.
But first I’ve got to say I had the best break. We went home for Christmas this year–which we don’t usually do–and it was so good. It was especially good to head home to Melbourne and catch up with some old and dear friends and just hang out for a while. Thanks to our special friends for putting time aside in their busy holiday schedules to catch up: it meant the world to us.
It’s true us Aussies associate the end of year Christmas break with summer holidays: It’s summer in Australia, school is on break for around 6-8 weeks and the Christmas/New-Year period is a great time to unwind with many offices and workplaces closing down between Christmas and New Year.
And, in Australia as with many other parts of the world (just not America or China), shops are closed on Christmas Day and New Years’ Day (they should really be closed on Boxing Day too.) So it actually feels like a real holiday.
December (and the start of January) has been really mild for us here in LA, not like winter at all. It’s funny that people kept saying, “it doesn’t feel like the end of the year because it’s so hot” or “it doesn’t feel like Christmas with the weather being this warm”.
But for us, that’s exactly how it feels–normal.
Christmas in July
But imagine my shock yesterday at the post office when I was posting some sneakers for a friend’s son. I casually said I hope it’s not a Christmas present (referring to the urgency of the package).
The very friendly guy asked when Christmas was in Australia. I thought I was hearing things so replied quietly, “The same, in December.” It’s also not unusual for people not to celebrate Christmas in LA so I thought maybe he was one of those people.
He was shocked.
“When is it? December you say? Isn’t it May or June … July?”
“No, it’s the same: December 25.”
“Oh wow, but it’s summer there isn’t it? How do you celebrate Christmas when it’s summer? I just expected it to be in the middle of the year.”
He had a very, very hard time coming to terms with–much less picturing–Christmas being in the middle of summer.
Fascinated he continued, “What does Santa wear?”
He was most intrigued! So of course I had to tell him about one of our favourite Hi-5 songs, Santa Wear Your Shorts. That seemed to appease him. Somewhat!
Carols by Candlelight
I hope you clicked on that link and enjoyed a sing-a-long like I did.
Back in Australia Christmas Eve tradition has it that you watch Carols by Candlelight while you drink eggnog (or wine) and wrap presents preparing for Santa’s arrival. The kids go to bed once Hi-5 has come on.
(For those non Australians Hi-5 was/is a group of kids brought together not dissimilar to the Wiggles. They had a show on TV which we were utterly addicted to. It had puppets, singing and a bit of good old educational value for the pre-school kids. They also put on sold-out concerts which we’d go to–and loved!).
Until last Christmas Eve I forgot all about that. One of the most fun days/nights I had over Christmas was singing Christmas carols with my sister-in-law and reminiscing with kids about Hi-5 like it was yesterday. Seriously, where has the time gone?
Hot or cold?
But the thing about Christmas in Melbourne (as opposed to Sydney) is that you never know if it’s going to actually be hot or cold. You can get cold days in December. And there’s always a chance it might rain.
That always makes it hard to decide if you’ll set the table inside or outside. That’s called a first-world Australian Christmas problem.
So, you see, just because it’s summer, doesn’t necessarily mean Christmas Day will be a hot one. You hope it will be so you can sit outside and enjoy the sunshine. And that’s Christmas to us.
Now it’s the new year and we’re back home. This is the third year we’ve had a New Year’s Eve party at home and it’s becoming quite the tradition. I grew up with my parents always throwing a party so it’s a tradition that’s dear to me.
This year, while we were down a couple of regulars, it was our biggest yet. Being an expat in LA isn’t the easiest thing. But having fun, close friends around me made me realise how lucky I am to have them.
I’m hoping 2018 will be a good, good year.
New Year’s Day
That’s the perfect segue to New Year’s Day. A few years ago we were invited to a friend’s house. It was very spur of the moment as her mum decided to cook some Black-Eyed Peas (we’re not talking the Band) and have an impromptu afternoon/evening with friends.
You may recall if you’ve been following on for a while that was the time we almost went head-to-head with Beyonce & Jay-Z. Still one of my personal highlights as we’d flown in from Miami that morning and it was a sign we were back in LA. Maybe also the fact Mr H wouldn’t move and good old Jay-Z reversed down the narrow road for us to get passed him. The dead giveaway was when I got my phone out to google Jay Z and Beyonce immediately bowed her head and covered her face!
What I didn’t realise though, that I do now, is that the Southerners have a tradition on New Year’s Day. A tradition and a superstition. To start the year out they eat a meal of Black-eyed peas, collard greens and Ham. All good except up until a few years ago I didn’t really realise black-eyed peas were a thing other than a band/group.
And, I wondered what on earth collared greens were. Could it be a generic name for green-leaf vegetables. Is there some significance to the “collar?” Was there something I was missing?
Apparently there was. There is no collar on those greens but it is a generic name of sorts. Collared greens are in fact collard greens. Learn something new every day!
Good health, good luck & good fortune for 2018
This year we were lucky enough to be invited to our in-laws place (my son’s girlfriend’s family) to ring in the new year with the good luck-/health-/fortune-bringing meal. We had Bloody Mary’s, a beautiful meal and played some games.
(On a side note we played lifesize Jenga Australians versus Americans and for the third time–or is it fourth–the Australians won. Pressure’s on next time for sure!
Here’s a sneak peak at the deliberation of which Jenga block to remove to avoid the spill!
Seriously, in LA that’s a question: When will it begin to look a lot like Christmas. Truth be told it doesn’t. Sure you’ll get Rodeo Drive decked out in all its 90210 glory and The Grove will be the same, even a few other Malls. But, the truth is, LA is not the American city to visit to recreate Christmas from the movies. I know, isn’t it ironic?
Instead, Christmas is some neighbourhoods with some lights out (or on as the case may be), a few “festive few” going all out. But on the whole you can spend most of December wondering where on earth the “holiday spirit” has gone.
And we can’t blame the fact that Christmas is only “Christmas” for half of LA. I mean, it’s the same in New York and you can’t get more “Christmas” than there right?
And, let’s face it, the greater majority of my Jewish friends “celebrate” Christmas so it’s not that either.
So what is it about LA that Christmas seems like just another day?
It might well be that life continues as normal. It’s not all shut up like it is in Europe or Australia. I could be forgiven for thinking I still live in China.
New Year’s Eve
And New Year’s Eve here is a little flat too. It’s definitely not the pomp and ceremony and fireworks extravaganza that it is in Australia. Let’s face it, for the big hoo-ha that is New York in Times Square for New Year you’re only going to see a ball drop. A ball drop peoples.
Ubering for “holiday” parties
There is one constant and that’s the “holiday party”. Being LA this year’s parties were apparently very toned down; fortunately I went to a few fun ones!
I’ve had two uber drivers with huge claims to fame. My latest one picked my accent straight away:
“Yes I am, well done.” (They don’t often pick it right!)
“I went to Australia in 1983, had a great time. I was on tour with my boyfriend at the time.”
“Ok, fun,” I said. “I hope you managed to see the sights.”
“Yeah my boyfriend loved Australia so he always makes sure we got downtime.”
“Oh nice, he’d been before?”
“Oh yeah, he’s a really famous rockstar … David Bowie?”
“Oh right, OK.”
“Yeah, we toured Japan first then went to Australia, it was a wild time.”
OK stop. You’re driving an Uber and you went on tour with David Bowie. That’s serious stuff. I hope she’s all there as she’s responsible for getting me safely from A to B.
I mean all the dates and info seemed to make sense. Could it be?
Then she starts giving me advice on acting and building up an IMDB profile. OK …
Sadly our trip came to an end. Five stars to you Diane. What an entertaining trip. Say hi to David for me.
Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year to you all. I’m sure you won’t hear from me til the new year so take care out there. And I hope you get an uber driver with some fun stories to tell.
There are huge differences between eating out in America compared to Australia. And it will pay you, both as an Australian in the US and as an American in Australia, to learn what those differences are in order to enjoy a fun night out. Otherwise you might just do your head in.
Five differences in dining out in America compared to Australia
1. Time limit
It’s time for a catch up with friends so you pick a date and a venue (hopefully that hip new restaurant that’s all the buzz) and you head out. That’s about where the similarities between eating out in Australia compared to America ends.
In America eating out is on a time limit. The time restraints are both cultural and the way restaurants work here.
In Australia the time limit is how long you want to hang out with your mates enjoying the food, wine & company.
Here’s where the Americans have got spot on. Greet the guests, serve water, take drink orders then come back for food orders. There’s nothing worse than being without a drink. Nothing.
Sometimes in Australia this little detail can often be overlooked. Once when we were home we were seated at a restaurant for lunch and it took ages to get menus, drinks or even waters. We were all a bit antsy. This is the exception though. Usually drink orders will be taken and served and the waiter will give you time to catch up before bothering you again. I prefer it this way–unless I’m hungry of course! But I have to have a drink in my hand–the “event” doesn’t start until you have a drink in your hand.
This approach makes a huge difference to the happiness of those dining. When Americans don’t get served straight away–even if it’s just a water serving–they start to get antsy. They see it as bad service because that’s what they’ve been conditioned to expect. And rightly so.
Often us Aussies feel a bit rushed when orders are taken too quickly–we like to settle in and take our time. Except of course for drinks–can’t express the importance of drinks!
And speaking of service. The thing that really gets Australian’s goats is the fact that servers or bus people here take your plates away when your mate hasn’t finished eating. That’s right, if one person has finished their plate is gone leaving you to continue eating. We find that so rude (um, manners please) but I’m sure my fellow Americans don’t even notice it.
To an Australian there’s nothing worse than ordering your meal and the meal coming out five or so minutes later. What the …? We’re just settling in. Conversation is now moving from “Hi how are you?” to “What are you having?” to “It’s time to catch up on the goss”. No, take that meal back and wait until I’ve had a chance to shift conversation gears.
Conversely, Americans are generally happy with the pace.
4. The Bill & Tipping
You’re done with the main meal, you push your plate aside, order another bottle of wine and it’s really time to shift conversation to another gear. There’s no more eating to worry about, you’ve had a couple of glasses of wine and you’re relaxed.
In America the waiter comes up to your table and asks if there’s anything else you need. “No thank you,” you reply, lucky to make eye contact you’re deeply engrossed in conversation. Within minutes the bill comes. Wait, what?
In Australia it’s the same scenario except the bit about the bill. Getting the bill is a process: you have to ask for it.
When the bill doesn’t come American start to get antsy again. They’ve been conditioned that the bill comes to the table with a “No rush” dropped by the waiter (yeah right bullshit!) And that’s fine. But the exact same scenario and you’ve pissed the Aussies off.
And, tipping. You might have caught the guest post from a fellow Aussie Blogger based in San Fran on what to tip here when (& how much). In Australia (for you Americans planning holidays–or living there) we’re talking around 10% of the bill, at a cafe it might only be a case of rounding the bill up. Our minimum wage isn’t shit like yours so you don’t need to actually pay their salary.
5. Lingering–especially for lunch
Therein lies the very important difference number five: the linger. This is possibly the most important step in Aussies eating out 101. You’re too full for dessert at the moment but that’s not to say you won’t have room in 10 minutes. Maybe more. Depends on the company and how the wine is going down. The most important thing is the end of the meal is not the cue to go home like it is for Americans.
No, in America, even if the bill doesn’t come straight away service just … well … stops. The waiter is nowhere to be seen and you’re not asked if you want or need anything more.
And if it’s lunch–especially a nice long Sunday lunch–then we’re talking another hour at least. Australians ideal scenario; the Americans not so much–especially in LA!
I miss those long lunches so much!
Like everything in life the lines are blurring. In many Australian restaurants it’s getting harder to spend three or more hours at a table for dinner. Australian restaurant owners are trying to get multiple sittings from their nights too. In many cases restaurants are only offering two sittings: 6:00 and 8:30pm. Others stagger them just the same as they do here in LA. I get it, restaurants need to make money–it’s a hard business with high overheads. But I hope our culture stays the same as I love that laid back, casual dining feel, it’s good for the soul.
But you’ll still have to ask for the bill, and service continues and you still get some time to order another bottle of wine. Or a nightcap.
What’s dining out like in your part of the world? Share your comments either on Facebook or below.
xx It Started in LA xx
Edited 7/12/17 to add feedback from other Australians in LA/USA