Rodeo Drive Baby

I just had to walk into ‘The shop’, Stuart Weitzman’s where Julia Robert’s character goes to buy clothes and gets turned away because of how she’s dressed. I was hoping no one would attend to me so I could recite the famous speech, “I have money to spend here (a lie) , you work on commission right?” “Big mistake, HUGE, I have to shop now”. But they didn’t ignore me. I bet they get a lot of people preparing the speech, they probably pounce on everyone as they walk through the doors to save themselves the grief.

So I sauntered into Tiffanys, and Prada and Dior (where I had a lovely chat with the sales assistant), and Jimmy Choo (where I would have tried on a lovely pair of red peep toe sandals if it wasn’t for my manky, infected toe), and got lost in the maze of rooms in Ralph Lauren. But Harry Winston was the best.

I casually pushed open the door and waltzed on in, looking at the enormous diamonds and rubies and Sapphires. Said a gracious hello to the salespeople, the usual drill. Then the salesman says, “You look really familiar”. Who me? “You’ve shopped with us before?”. Hmmm, let me think about that, have I recently been buying jewelry at Harry Winston’s on Rodeo Drive that costs more than my apartment? Uh, hmmm, let me think, I have been busy, could it have just slipped my mind?….Ah no. “No, you must have me confused with someone else”. “Ah ok, you have a familiar looking face”. More than a bit chuffed with myself at that moment. Today, I looked like a Harry Winston shopper. It was my very own Pretty Woman moment!

I hopped back in the Pony and headed out to Santa Monica followed by dinner in Venice. If you have to live in the Greater Los Angeles area, these are the places to be. I ate a pretzel cheese burger for dinner tonight at a funky little place in Venice washed down with the ubitquitous Coke. A pretzel burgers sounds Americanly gross but was actually quite delicious.