You might have noticed last post's title. It's my new phrase to describe anything just a little cheap and mostly slutty, like light-up acrylic stiletto heels, tanorexic skin and ratty blond hair (I saw it.I was afraid).I think everyone should use the phrase too.
Sunday
I wake again to the same overcast skies, but know that by the afternoon it will burn off with the emerging sun. We enjoy our coffee and pastries. The butter is amazing here—I don’t know what makes it so good other than it is sweet, fresh, and in the shape of a tulip (What could be sweeter than that?!).
It’s such a cool morning that we hop into our tennis shoes and start walking. We go through a few blocks of well-manicured neighborhoods (the streets are lined with beautiful trees, yet the trunks have been engraved with all kinds of graffiti. From fuck you to J+A in a heart, the ashen trunks of the knotted and gnarly trees are decorated. Do these idiots not know that they are slowly killing the tree! Each cut breaks down the plants network of highways within the phloem caring nutrients and water back and forth between the roots and leaves). We go through Rodeo Drive again. It’s quiet and cool—perspiration begins to gather on my arms and clavicle as the clouds part and we are on our way back.
We return to the hotel with hopes of going to the Getty Museum, but realize with the Fourth of July weekend it is closed. We are disappointed, but this only creates a reason to return, right!
We decide to head to Venice Beach and walk over to Santa Monica Pier. The concierge and the drivers all remark on how interesting it is going to be just to people watch while we are there. I am not too taken aback by what I see—it was quite the eclectic crowd and I believe it could make for an interesting study, but many of the people there could have very well been the sleeping-under-the-tree-guy or lady-talking-to-herself in South Park. I am frustrated though by the lack of ability for people to walk in a relatively straight line—seriously how difficult is it to follow the path of least resistance?! (This frustration could have been augmented though by my tightening hip flexors as we walk the sandy paths. Luckily the briny breeze refreshes me as we walk amongst the crowds). After the menagerie of Venice Beach we reach Santa Monica Pier with the large ferris wheel looking over the crashing waves. There is such a crowd of patriotic picnickers that we take a few moments to gaze out at the ocean scene and then move over a few blocks to the Third Street Promenade. We stop in again at Anthropologie with hopes that I will find a dress. With incredible luck and about 10 dresses later I find THE PERFECT ONE!!! It is a beautiful a-line dress with a low scoop neck, corseting details, and a watercolor scene in blues, grays, and browns. It fits like a glove, a beautiful glove! We take in lunch, pick up a bottle of wine, and then head back to the hotel.
Another late afternoon by the pool (Sadly the bar ran out of mint (how the hell does that happen?!) so no mojito today, but water with plenty of lemons is equally refreshing!). The same woman from yesterday is at the pool again; she is so familiar looking. I lean over to Debbie and whisper that I think she is the wife on the Sopranos. We agree that it’s Edie Falco from the Sopranos and also the current star of Nurse Jackie. I finish my book. It’s healing and very poignant. I am overwhelmed by how Williams deals with the cancer that consumes her family, but find it very relateable to reach out to nature for comfort and consistency.
Once again we meander back to the room drowsy from the sun. We decide to stay in for the night. We choose Date Night (a movie I have already seen, but so funny. Although I still want to see The Young Victoria, so if you have any reviews let me know) and room service—a classic tomato-basil pizza, a mixed green salad with vinaigrette, and pommes frites. What a fun night full of laughing while lounging on the couch. We even rewind through the movie just to watch the strip club scene again!
Our last night is perfect. Tomorrow we will be on a plane back to Billings.
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