Quite spectacular, I'll agree. But does a view make a vacation? Could I justify 8 days with 19 other towlers just for some fun in the sun? The answer, I quickly found out, was yes. While the view above is amazing, we didn't stay anywhere near there. In fact, we stayed on the key, about 20 minutes from our grandparents, each family getting a condo for a week. We were down there to celebrate my grandfather's 80th birthday, but also to have the family come together for 'one last hurrah' as my grandmother tragically put it. All somber notes aside, it was amazing to see my little cousins, the majority of them all grown up now. As the oldest grandchild, edging out my cousin Thomas by a few mere months, it was a very different experience for me. Thomas as well, I'm sure. Instead of playing in the sand without a care in the world, the focus was on us: what we've done with our lives, and where we see them going in the next decade.
It was tough to try and peacemeal together my career thus far. Like the ebb and flow of the tide there, my career has seen the highest highs and the lowest lows in a very short period of time.
See, what I couldn't explain to my family is that this town is as much about getting there as it is being on top. While I'm looking back on two and a half years with little physical proof of progress and promise, I know in my heart and mind that I am on the path to greatness. Communicating that to my family turned out to be one of the hardest tasks I've faced in recent memory, but I decided to not let it ruin all the good times we had ahead of us.
Nestled in the heart of the condo/resort district, we had miles of private beach to walk, lounge, and play the family football game on. It was great; each day rising once my hangover was gone, heading straight to the beach for 3-4 hours, only to retire to our condo in preparation for the night ahead.
Christmas may have been the holiday we were gathered for, but much to my disbelief, it was one of the more calm and chilled out nights of the break. We spent an evening at our grandparents country club with 100 of their best friends, and then a night at our great aunt's building, being waited on hand and foot.
Now, I'm no spoiled brat, but when you get treated this way...you start to like it. Being a little older now, I realized that my family, or any for that matter, isn't as picture perfect as they seemed in my youth. But conversely, what I learned at this age- the images and memories I took away from this trip- mean a hell of a lot more.
Poised atop the kids table for a week, I got an interesting perspective of the Towlers at large. It can be summed up in one phrase...one that rung so truly, I plan on making it the title of my first book:
There's no lies at the kid's table.
And its true. Being a kid was so simple. And kids don't lie- they're too pure, and have no reason to do so that can benefit them. Its a very intriguing notion, and I explored it deeply, becoming closer with my cousins than I ever thought possible for 1 throw away week in Florida.
Now I am back in Los Angeles. And thinking as retrospectively as I've been, I started to look at 2006, and what the year was to me. As I'm sure many of you remember, I declared 2006 the 'year of the scott.' It was far from it. It began with Arrested Development getting the axe, and me returning to Los Angeles, trying to sort out just what to do next. I took work on 2 pilots, neither of which went to series. After a brief period of unemployment, I landed a gig on the show 10 Items or Less. A series, yes, but far from a traditional one. We shot 5 episodes. I was lucky to get as much work out of it as I did.
But then October came. No current shows needed crew members, and all mid-seasons were already crewed up. Between a rock and a hard place, I once again found myself unemployed, splitting my time between dayplaying on reality shows and extra work.
Now I sit here, looking at that year. It wasn't bad. But it could have been a hell of a lot better. It gives me something to legitimately shoot for in 2007, as this year wasn't exactly one for the record books.
I'm not all rain clouds, I did a hell of a lot of great shit this year as well.
Grant and I moved to Los Angeles, leaving the valley far behind.
I gained elegibility for the Screen Actors Guild, the seminole introductory step to making it big.
I met tons of new people and made lots of new friends and contacts.
And most importantly, I haven't lost sight of my goals and will not quit til I am satisfied.
Much love to all of you, and I wish each and every one of you the best 2007 this planet'll ever see.