Greg's answer to yesterday's question made me think of skinny dipping, which made me think about Mansfield, the nickname for the home I lived in when I first arrived in LA. We named the two craftsman bungalows after the street they sat on. Some girls I'd gone to college with rented the first one, and five of us crammed into it. I lived in what should have been a 4 x 8 sunroom and another girl slept in a kitchen nook. At 22, it didn't matter.
When other friends of friends kept moving from the east coast, we expanded our Hollywood hangout to include the house next door, which had a pool. And every Saturday morning, the 10 of us could be seen from the apartment buildings' balconies above, lying out poolside, in bikinis, blasting Alanis Morrisette's "Jagged Little Pill."
We threw ridiculous parties. Cheered each other on for auditions. Listened to each other's worries. We ate family dinner together every Monday night. We took long drives, exploring LA, played Questions around the pool, and yes, we sometimes fought over guys.
And every once in a while, we went skinny dipping.
The flats of Hollywood can get stifling hot. You'd think that breezes have been banned there. We didn't have air conditioning. And on summer nights it was hard to breathe and impossible to sleep. So after the first splash, a chorus of cannonballs usually resounded.
Living there was the best time I've ever had.
What was your favorite living situation?
4 years ago