Starlet's Adventure

I freaking opened an IOLTA account today. And met with this wackadoodle. And went to a supper club. And sent out my first personal retainer. What the fuck. Sometimes things are so bizarre. Life moves fast. I could say a million things about these things. Should I? Let’s get into it.

Opening the IOLTA took two hours. I was sitting there thinking, “I forgot how long it takes to open a bank account.” Actually, I opened two bank accounts. My banker was a nice Nigerian. I shared my thoughts about the war against the Ir*nian reg*me (I think it is necessary but war is tragic), and they said Nigeria would benefit from the same thing. The citizens live under a violent, extremist regime. The militia have the weapons so people are not able to rise up against them. Terrible.

Next up: The wackadoodle. We met at the Ritz. Their suggestion. Their goal: in three month’s time, they want to throw an event with partners who they’ve never spoken to, in a place they don’t have permission to be, with a major global brand, a national bank, top chefs, and A list celebrities. A gala. In three months. Actually it’s more like two. Yeah right dude. They also want all the creative control and make the most money. Good luck buddy.

I didn’t realize how ridiculous it sounded until I walked away from it though. I left the meeting with a stomach ache. My brother calmed me down after. He made me realize how bullshit this person was. It was confusing because they said SO MANY THINGS. Made SO MANY PROMISES. About who I might meet and how much money I could make. They asked me what I envision for myself and how I want to market myself. I had no freaking idea how to explain that I have no freaking idea. I straight up said, “I’m figuring it out.” It sounded dumb. I need a pitch. I stumbled over my words when I left. They offered to pay for my valet, but I refused. I said that’s sooooo nice but I didn’t let them. The taroof in me came out. iykyk.

Afterwards, I went to a Ladies’ Supper Club I found on Facebook. I attended, met some really cool women, got their numbers and left.

At the Supper Club, I experienced an interesting phenomenon. When I said, “I’m a real estate attorney,” peoples’ eyes lit up! I took it as a plus to stay in this field.

Between the entertainment industry and real estate, real estate is more realistic. Entertainment would require a fuck-ton of grit, ability to sift through a ton of bullshit, and pure dedication. It would require knowing names of artists, movies, tv shows, industry people, etc. I’m terrible with names. I fall asleep during movies. I don’t pay attention to tv shows, the news, pop stars, etc.

Real estate on the other hand – I like real estate. And I’ll always be valued in real estate.

Real estate attorneys are retiring. I could buy someone’s firm.

One of the agents I met today said her attorney is retiring.

Interesting.

I helped calm down a different agent on a potential legal issue, and I think she appreciated it. She was losing sleep over her client’s escrow funds.