I went to San Diego by myself yesterday. Flako couldn't go with me. Sometimes, when he doesn't go somewhere I want to go, I won't go because I don't want to go by myself. That wasn't an option for this. Ride With Larry was playing at the San Diego Film Festival and I desperately wanted to see it.
It was kind of weird to actually see it because I've been hearing about it for so long. I'm not sure you can live in Vermillion and not know who Larry is. I know him because I graduated high school with his son and of course because of his delicious bread. If people don't actually know who Larry is, they've heard of Mr. Smith's bread. Man, I really want some salted baguette.
It took me three hours to get to San Diego, thanks to traffic. I stopped about halfway at a lookout point to see the ocean. The ocean is so beautiful! I also found out where Camp Pendleton was. I'm not sure where I thought it was, but it wasn't there, even though I knew it was somewhere between San Diego and Los Angeles. There's a brush fire there right now and I saw an article that the Camp Pendleton hospital had to be evacuated yesterday. I saw the smoke from the what I'm guessing is that brush fire. I know, fascinating.
I made it to the theatre and spent forever looking for parking. I think I would rather be stuck in traffic than stuck looking for parking. I was still about an hour early for the screening. I wandered around for awhile and then played some Candy Crush. The screening was at just a regular movie theatre. It really wasn't very exciting. It was pretty cool to see my actual ticket for the show, but I didn't get to keep it. I did take a picture of it and I'm glad I did.
The screening was sold out! I sat pretty close to the front, in like the third or fourth row, but the seats were actually really comfortable. The movie was very well done. I was very emotional during it, which was surprising to me. I don't think I would have been as emotional if I had seen it in South Dakota but being so far away and seeing home was harder than I thought. That's not true. I knew it would be hard. It was Dakota Days so it was going to be a hard day no matter what. I think it was also emotional because I know these people. I don't know them well, but I know them. I've seen the change in Larry through the years and it's hard to see but at the same time, he's absolutely amazing. Yes, his symptoms are terrible, but he's fighting it for sure. I did spend a lot of the movie either wishing for a salted baguette or being excited when I saw someone I knew. I CRIED when Larry was welcomed into Vermillion. I remember wishing that I could be in Vermillion for that day, but I had just gotten back from England and was in Bellevue, probably sleeping.
The medication part of the film was the most fascinating for me. Exercise seems to work to control the symptoms, but nothing controlled them as well as medical marijuana. If people could see how fast and well it worked, maybe there would be less of a fight about it. No, probably not, because people are stuck in their opinions when something is so polarizing. It's so sad that something that works so well is unavailable to people like him.
There was a Q&A with the directors and producers after the show. I didn't really find out anything I didn't already know from it, but it was still very cool. There was a champagne reception after that, but I didn't feel comfortable going to that. As I was walking out of the theatre, one of the directors was behind me, so I congratulated him. We talked a little bit and I told him that my mom was the speech pathologist in the movie. He said I should be very proud of her because she gave them so much information and was a great contributor. Awww....That made me happy.
I shopped for a little bit after the show. I found a jean jacket for Jacquie's wedding! YAY! (Now I just need shoes.) It only took me two hours to get back to Los Angeles. I still don't totally believe that I live in Los Angeles. It's still quite surreal.
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