Let’s take a look at the differences between Americans and Australians waiting in a grocery store queue for a couple of minutes. (Or in Australian what’s the difference between Americans and Australians in a supermarket queue).
I get so mad when I go to the supermarket and just want to get in and out really quickly. I have the luxury of shopping (almost) daily—mainly because I can’t plan more than a few days in advance what we’re going to eat and there’s no Baker’s Delight to get my beautiful fresh bread from (salivating at the thought of Baker’s Delight, sorry just need a minute).
I know, I know, it’s not a luxury to go to the supermarket daily but it’s right around the corner from school and it suits me with nothing better to do with my life (yes, a little bored I’m not in paid employment but that’s another story).
As usual I went down to pick stuff up for tonight’s dinner. I’m a frequent visitor of the “About 15 items” aisle. It’s my saviour as you can imagine.
Not today. There was a lady with an overflowing trolley full of groceries. In the “About 15 items aisle”. With four other aisles (for normal loads) free. And with people behind her (not me because I went looking for other aisles) waiting for her. Waiting for her. Waiting for her with only a few things in their hands (they didn’t even need a basket).
That my friends is the difference between Australia and America.
Grocery shopping in Australia …
… bitter and twisted people like me would be eyeballing her into feeling the guilt and moving aisles. And, if that doesn’t work we’d start heckling her, first nicely then not so much:
“This aisle is for 15 items or less (what we call them at home), this aisle is not for you.”
Followed by the checkout chick looking at her like she’s diseased saying:
“Um … sorry, you have more than 15 items, you’re going to have to go to another aisle. Next…” (as she proceeds to help the next person).
Instead, grocery shopping in America …
… she was having a lovely chat with the woman behind her buying a magazine (after she finished reading it waiting for her) and a couple of grocery items. Another man came to stand behind her, again not saying word. I lingered in case they were looking for moral support of the kind that goes like this…
“Excuse me m’am but this is for people with about 15 items, between the two of us we have five items, do you mind moving to an isle where they can accommodate your trolley load full of shopping so we can get out of here fairly quickly.”
Nope. Not even something nice like that. This is a country where you risk getting shot going to see the premier of a Batman movie and yet a woman can hold up a grocery aisle checking out her cart FULL of groceries. (I’m not saying she deserves to be shot. Not really anyway.)
Where’s the grocery rage when you need it America? You are far, far too nice.
What happens where you live? Are they patient and kind or bitter and twisted? Please share.
The difference between my life in Beverly Hills America & inner City Sydney Australia
The second instalment in my series in the differences between America & Australia (Americans & Australians) was spurred on by a recent end-of-year sleepover. With five teenage boys in the house the breakfast request was for pancakes.
“Damn, I don’t have eggs,” I said.
Enter the concept of the Corner Store or Milk Bars.
In Australia …
I would have sent the boys on their bikes or skateboards down the local corner shop to get said eggs. The boys would have got dressed and practically run out the door.
“Don’t forget to take the dog,” I’d yell at them, at which they’d promptly run back, grab the dog and the lead and continue racing out the door.
Sometime later they’d come home with eggs (and anything else I’d requested) and a treat for themselves. As payment. Works for them, works for me.
In America …
We live in the hills of Beverly Hills—down one hill is Beverly Hills “flats” (think the mansions and palm trees) and down the other hills is the “posh” part of the Valley, Sherman Oaks.
To “rush out” just to get eggs I need to hop in the car. (Yes it’s LA, everyone drives everywhere.) There’s no corner store to walk to. I have to go down one of my two hills to the closest “market” (which makes it sound really glamorous but it’s really just American for supermarket).
It’s not too bad, a drive down the hill to Sherman Oaks is around 10 minutes (out of traffic). Except couple that with the fact that you have to park, go in, get the eggs (it’s a big supermarket and the eggs are in the far back corner—good to know if you’re in Ralph’s Sherman Oaks and all you need is eggs), get back in the car and head back up the hill. That’s 30 minutes of my life I can’t get back all because I don’t have enough eggs. Yes, yes, I know I could have given them something else but it’s the holidays and they worked really hard to stay up all night what’s a sleepover without pancakes for breakfast???
I hate the fact that there is no corner store or local “market”. We had one at our local shopping centre it closed down now long after we got here. And even then I can’t send the kids there to go on their bikes, I still have to drive.
Flashback to Shanghai
In Shanghai our apartment was across the road from the international supermarket, CitiShop. The kids were a little too young to send over at the start but towards the end they could go themselves. Plus I didn’t have to get in my car and they had all the treats (like Tim Tams) I needed if I was feeling homesick. I just couldn’t look at the price.
I may be greeted with a smile and helpful “checkout chicks” here in the US but the kids going to the corner shop for me. Priceless.
Some years later I’m reminded of this post as I stumbled upon an article a friend emailed me. It was from the NY Times where the author gets nostalgic about the long-lost Milk Bar (as it’s known in Melbourne). It makes me so sad to see this “progress”. What cheers me up though is that our friends’ corner shop in Lilyfield is still alive and kicking. It’s one of the first places our kids visit when they go home and my girlfriend is still sending people to “Ramsay’s” to pick up bread, milk, eggs or fresh produce. Long live Ramsay’s!
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t ‘fess up to the fact that our corner store shut down shop since we left home. BUT there is another shop a little further down the road I can still send the kids to AND there’s a new mini Grocer (IGA) that’s opened close by that I can also send the kids to. Do yourselves a favour and support the local corner store, before you need to hop in the car to get bread and milk. Or eggs, don’t forget the eggs.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. People complain about coming to the US and getting sick of eating hamburgers, hot dogs, salads with mayo all over them and fries, fries, fries. That’s not America’s fault people: it’s yours. You can’t use that excuse here in LA. The only excuse you have is ignorance—of not knowing where to go. But thanks to Google and blogs like mine you can find great restaurants to eat and with a bit of planning ahead of time you can check out some of LA’s great dining spots.
(Don’t forget to tip between 18-20% though—10% or rounding up the bill doesn’t cut it here! Blog post to follow).
Let’s start with the fabulously located The Church Key.
It’s on W Sunset in West Hollywood right amongst some of the popular hotels.
Firstly you’ll thank me the minute you walk in as the décor is LA hip. You can enjoy cocktails at the bar and take advantage of the tapas/dim sum-style carts that wheel around specials with anything from tuna to mini shepherd’s pies and samosas to popcorn to deep-fried & breaded bacon!!! (I know sounds kinda too much but nothing in this place was terrible so I imagine it was anything but, still we weren’t game to try!).
Beverly Hills is known for its mansions and compounds–many of which take up entire blocks–its lush green gardens, the bands of gardeners to maintain said gardens and the food trucks required to feed said gardeners. It’s an eco-system that makes LA–at least Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Brentwood etc–go around. Can it be that the very stylish and chic Beverly Hills needs a make-over? Does Beverly Hills need a new look?
This week I’m getting my “Greece on” for summer and have started gently walking each day. So I headed down to the walking track in Beverly Hills when I was approached by a news crew regarding water restrictions, the drought and what I thought about the lush green gardens of Beverly Hills.
Are there “younger generations” coming in stealing its thunder? (Enter Venice Beach for example).
Does it need to look at itself and think, “my look is so pre-drought, what can I do to move my look to be up with the latest drought trend?”
Keeping up with the times
We went through it in Sydney.
We couldn’t water (our gardens) and everything was conserve, conserve, conserve. I agree it took a while for the message to get through—you know how it is? You think, it’s bound to rain soon or we’ll give up water tomorrow; it’s really not that bad OR how can we run out of water … to … we won’t really run out of water will we?
But then it started happening: people started replanting their gardens, stopped watering (fines were issued and news stories were sensationalised thanks to the people who refused to follow the rules). You start turning the tap off in while you’re brushing your teeth, you become aware how long your showers are (and curse your guilt and those damn restrictions), you don’t throw away half-drunk glasses of water (you empty them in a pot plant or in the garden).
And all of a sudden you look around and think, “huh, my look is so outdated”. Peer group pressure rules supreme (not that I’m condoning peer group pressure per se). Because the Sydney garden landscape started changing. Gone were the lush green lawns and in their place were succulents and natives–plants that didn’t need constant watering (or very little water) to survive.
But I’m not sure Beverly Hills is ready to reinvent itself quite yet. I think Beverly Hills thinks it looks pretty damn fine the way it is thank-you very much. I’m not so sure you can sustain that look though. You might not run out of Botox anytime soon but we could well run out of water. Bugger …
Five bits of advice
So, here are my five pieces of advice for Beverly Hills to embrace a new look that’s keeping up with the drought:
Book in a therapist. Obviously you’re in a state of denial and that is not a good state to be in. The sooner we face the fact and deal with the problem head on the sooner we can get on with our “normal” lives.
Get a stylist darling. It’s imperative you have a cutting-edge stylist that can show it the latest trends and looks and just how modern and edgy it can be. After all, if you’re going to change your look you want everyone to go “wowsers”.
Shop, shop, shop: what’s the number one pastime of 90210 residents apart from Soul Cycle & plastic surgery? Well it’s to shop of course. What better excuse do we need to hit the shops and get our new look on.
Flood social media with selfies. Peer group pressure works every time; like any good fashion trend someone has to start it but make that look happen and people will be trying to emulate you (or outdo you). Instagram, tweet & Facebook the new look: get everyone talking about you and you’ll have instant buy-in.
Hire a new publicist. He/she needs to pitch your new look to entertainment reporters and news reporters to encourage everyone else to get on board with the new look. Before you know it there’ll be specials, reality TV offers and even a book deal. This new look could really pay off.
So now that you’ve got the new look happening and it’s working for you we have to remember there are—of course—other things we can do to conserve water.
How to conserve some water
To start we could, like, make sure our watering systems don’t go on during those rare moments when it does rain here (I know, you don’t have to do it though we still need those gardeners to be gainfully employed).
Perhaps you could stop washing down concrete areas (yes they still do it over here–shame on you).
And, possibly the hardest of them all, try shortening our showers.
(I would have said drink bottled water fresh from the springs but it seems there’s a separate campaign to ban them—something about landfill?).
But seriously, drought or no drought don’t let your teenage sons convince you he’s conserving water by not taking a shower. Tell him it’s a community service to keep him showered and smelling sweet.
I’m back from my amazing Aussie holiday that went by so (too) quickly.
I had so many ideas for my first Blog post back and like I often do have written some great lines in my head.
But alas now that I sit down to write all I can think of is how amazing our holiday was and how Australian life suits us so well. Not so long ago I would have used the phrase, “… how we love Australian life so much better.”
Is Australia better?
And I probably would have gone into a spiel to say how weird America is. (Shoot me down now American friends). But I’ve grown up now and I can use mature, experienced Expat words—I call that experience rather than being politically correct because let’s face it that’s exactly what it sounds like I’m being (politically correct). (Oh, and I don’t really think Americans … ahem America … are/is weird!).
It was interesting going back and even more interesting that we all just stepped back into our lives like we had never left. My daughter spent the day at school–including an early start for tennis training at 7am and my son competed in a swim meet for his old school. It doesn’t get much better than that.
While we were in Australia we caught up with a teacher from the kids’ school who has recently moved from LA to Sydney. She’s a good 10 months behind me in time so she’s in the hard stages of change. I’m sure a good portion of the time we’d rather be in each other’s shoes. It got me thinking of the concept of home:
You love home and never really looked to move anywhere else no matter how divine your new destination is.
Because you love home all the familiar sights, sounds and smells of home play a big part in making you who you are. Everything else—especially when it’s actually so different but there’s absolutely no reason it should be (like Australian and the US)—is “weird”.
Weird is a matter of perspective
It’s not about which city is better or that the new city you’re in is “weird” it’s just that home is home. And your newly adopted city isn’t (quite yet). And, by the way, neither of us should get defensive when we say weird because it’s weird as in different-to-us-and-I-don’t-get-it not weird as in you’re-a-freak weird. There’s a difference.
I have many friends that live in Australia that wouldn’t move out of their suburb let alone move overseas. I also have many friends that have spent—and enjoyed—their time overseas they almost think Australia is too small for them. I fall into neither of those categories.
You know before I left for this holiday I was talking about settling down here and how good it would be to buy a house. I thought it would settle us. Now I’m not so sure.
The day after we arrived I went to the supermarket for milk, bread, fruit & vegetables. I remember when we lived in Shanghai and I’d go to the supermarket after a holiday it would drive me mental. With a capital M. It was difficult to navigate around and everything is in Chinese so it would remind me how hard something so easy could be. Then I’d get accosted in the supermarket isles by sales agents wanting to direct me to their washing powder or their mop that I’d run for cover, race home and text my friends to say wine o’clock is starting early today.
The newspaper and magazine section of my local Carrefour, Shanghai, China, 2009
Thankfully grocery shopping isn’t that hard in America. I was safely minding my own business when I got to the checkout and started unpacking my shopping trolley. A lady came behind me and blurts out, “Is there another aisle open?” I looked at her. She says, almost to herself, “Well you have to ask”. I looked at her again, careful not to stare and show exactly what I was thinking.
I bit my tongue. There are very few people that would say that in Australia—and the queues are often much longer. I felt like saying to her, “chill love, by the time you’ve unloaded your trolley they’ll be ready to check you out.” Honestly, seriously, by the time someone opens another checkout, they log in and she moves she’d be better off staying where she is. But she doesn’t want—like—to wait. I find that weird. Someone who’s moved to Australia from the US might find it weird that we wait. In silence.
I get that the service is better in the US. I love that the service is better in the US. When we checked through Coles Burwood last week in Australia (stocking up on our Aussie treats) my husband and I looked at each other and said, “It’s not quite Ralph’s service with a smile and a chat is it?” But seriously … still weird. Chillax chick.
Top five questions I was asked when we were home
Not that I’m one to dwell but was good to get a home fix. Especially when we were so acclimated that we were on such a high point here in LA we didn’t really need to go back to Australia for a visit. So aside from my close friends and the “how are you going?” question there are lot of different things people wanted to know about life in LA. Here are my favourite questions (and answers).
1.Who has been the best celebrity you’ve seen and what were they doing?
I initially answered with JLo but my friend wasn’t interested in her. Bette Midler? Joan Collins? Yes, much better responses. I saw Bette at my favourite West Hollywood restaurant and Joan Collins having lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel by the way. Joan Collins is forever classy. (Still think my favourite spot to date is the very yummy Joshua Jackson aka Pacey from Dawson’s Creek).
2. Have you seen any celebrities? Do you go to school with any celebrities? What are they like?
Ummm, yes. Lots. It helps that (yes) there are plenty at school but they’re just normal people doing normal things like attending school functions and back-to-school nights. Except the Kardashians but I haven’t seen them around (even though Kim & Kanye used to live just up the road from us).
3. What are the people like?
It’s pretty much the same as being at home: there are people you like and people not so much. Like at home there are people who are extremely egocentric and others who are very kind and considerate.
There is a paranoia that exists here more than at home and I have to say that I feel like we should be more paranoid at home and the Americans (especially around here) less so.
Then: have they all had lots of work done?
We noticed it when we first arrived then we just got used to it. Then we noticed it more when we got back to Australia (the lack of work) and again since we’ve come home. Funny. So … yes.
4. How long do we need in Disneyland?
As little as you can. Seriously. The happiest place on earth is wonderful … until it all starts to go pear shaped and then you need to exit stage left IMMEDIATELY. The problem is it’s very hard to judge when the right time is to leave so be prepared for pear-shaped.
5. Are you ever coming home?
Three funny things I noticed being back in Australia
It’s interesting being away for some 15 months then coming back again. It’s more interesting the things you notice that you didn’t before.
1. We talk funny.
At least we use very different phrasing (non Australians might in fact say “weird”). We were on the Virgin Australia flight up to Hamilton Island and the hostie was taking drinks orders. “Too easy” was her response. I laughed out loud. I hadn’t heard that in a long time. What does that even mean to an outsider? Only in Australia.
2. We don’t stop drinking.
That’s right, hard to believe? The day we arrived we got to my girlfriend’s house where we were staying and settled in with a few bottles of wine. We had friends stop in and go and stop in and go; it was so lovely and informal. By about 6:00 in the early evening we were still going and no one even considered we’d be stopping. Ah love an Australian drinking afternoon. So informal and I didn’t even have to stop. How good is it to be home?
3. We walk everywhere.
It was our last day and I had a couple of jobs to do: drop some stuff off to an artist friend, deposit some cheques and a last-minute dash to the supermarket. What struck me when we were driving around was the number of people walking everywhere. Not parking and walking but actually walking; like from point A to point B. (I know LA readers, I know; breathe).
Admittedly I live in the inner suburbs of Sydney and that essentially means our houses are in walking distance of the nearest pub/bank/post office/coffee shop and other conveniences that it’s really easy to walk.
My kids went to the corner shop more times than we could count just because they could–one there actually is a corner shop and two because they had the freedom to go that they’d missed so much here in LA. They even cycled to get their fish & chips for dinner. Love, love, love the freedom and independence Australia allows them.
Walking is a sport here in LA not a pastime so there are barely any footpaths let alone people walking. It’s funny what you notice when you’ve been away.
It is good to be home
Alas I’m home. I’m re-adjusting to LA life and I do love it here. I went to the doctor this morning to follow up on my yearly checkup. Sit down Australians he actually took my pulse and listened to me take deep breaths. He actually spent some time with me and cared to follow up my results.
I said that I could neither think Australia is too small for me or could see myself living anywhere but Australia. I am so thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given first as an “Expat brat” living in the Philippines and now as a “trailing spouse” (revolting term but can’t be bothered coming up with something sexy at the moment) in Shanghai and LA.
The first-world problem that arises out of the scenario from my perspective though is that I will always want the best of all worlds. Sadly there’s no such thing as a perfect world so I’ll just have to pull my head in and be thankful I’m getting the chance to experience life from many different angles.
Enjoy your weekends,
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Happy birthday to my gorgeous friend Kristen Long who was the reason for our return trip and thanks to all our friends (old & new) for making our trip ah-may-zing!
I’ve been neglectful again because I had friends in town last week then a busy weekend catching up. But showing friends around LA is the very reason this Blog started–to share my surreal life–so I can’t abandon ship on that.
It was a full-on “Only-in-LA” week so I thought I should share it with you.
It started on Saturday when friends landed in LA. We went out to catch some lunch at Urth Caffe on Melrose and do a bit of people watching. It never disappoints and it’s always busy.
One of my favourite phrases when I’m out is “Oh,” said with great drama and excitement, “he (or she) is someone.” It’s true many people have that look about them. And I probably “see” lots of people out but just don’t recognise them. But as useless as I am at identifying people, the paparazzi never fail to impress me. One of my favourite things I look out for–maybe more than celebrities–is the paparazzi trying to snap that pic that might pull them in a small fortune.
Hiding behind the bushes was a pap doing his best to stay in cognito whilst trying to pap a pic. I looked and looked but couldn’t see who he had his eye on. Wonder if he got the pic he needed. Welcome to LA Andrew & Chris!
The next night we had dinner planned at one of my favourite West Hollywood restaurants. With one pap out the front I felt like I’d let the side down; this would be a quiet night. We sat down at our table straight away (unheard of) and it was really quiet at the bar. Given the request was a bit of “Celeb Spotting” I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t delivered–or didn’t look like delivering.
“Oh, it’s such a shame,” I started saying. “A couple of weeks ago Chris Noth–Mr Big–was here.”
“Oh, love him,” said my friend.
“I know, me too. I’d love to see him.” No sooner had I said it but there at the bar was the man himself. “Mr Big” sitting at one of the bar tables. Sigh.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I said, “it’s him.”
How cool we all thought immediately giving him the once over like he was there for the sole purpose of giving us someone to dissect.
“He looks good.”
“He needs a shave.”
“He’s grayer than I imagined.”
“He’s still hot.”
Just getting into the running commentary and he was saved only by JLo walking in. Yes. JLo.
“Don’t look now guys but JLo has just walked in.”
“That’s not JLo,” says MR H.
“Is it Beyonce?” asks our mate.
“Oh no, you’re right,” I say, “It’s not JLo. Bummer.”
Until common sense prevailed and my girlfriend announces, “Of course it’s JLo. Who else looks that flawless and perfect?
“We’re not in Glen Iris (Melbourne) or Lilyfield (Sydney), we’re in West Hollywood and you’ve seen her here before so you know she comes here! How can it be anyone BUT JLo?”
Well yes, now that you put it like that. Good point.
As she’s escorted to her table it becomes clear that she’s going to be seated in the booth DIRECTLY OPPOSITE US. We only had one way to look and that was straight at her. Poor us. Our poor boys. There goes any decent conversation for the rest of the night. (Actually, you’re right. Poor boys nothing).
And yes, there were a few more paps waiting outside when we left. I wonder who tips them off.
Cut forward a couple of days and we managed to arrange to get out to Paramount to have a quick look at the sound studios at Mr H’s work. Even if we don’t get to see anything I at least know my way around the lot and can conduct a mini tour of my own.
Well there we are in the “ADR” room (Automatic Dialogue Replacement) and I look up at the talent who’s on a break and recording some lines. I look again. And again. And again because I can’t quite work it out. It looks like David Duchovny. With make up on. I look again. He catches me (again) but I don’t care because it’s not him but I need to know WHO it is.
Meanwhile right next to me I’m completely oblivious to my friends–one apparently having heart palpitations, the other apparently trying to get my attention so we can make eye contact and telepathically give each other the thumbs up. We’re. Standing. In. The. Same. Room. As. David. Duchovny.
Nope. I’m too busy checking out the David Duchovny look-a-like, looking at him up and down and trying to work out who he is and how remarkably he has some of his mannerisms as David Duchovny.
Again, we’re in Hollywood, David Duchovny has started shooting a new series Aquarius on the Paramount lot (that one of my friends is producing) and he has make-up on but it doesn’t occur to me that that guy IS David Duchovny. I don’t deserve to live in LA.
Later as we’re driving a cart around the lot who should follow us but the man himself. My friends were sitting at the back of the cart (looking out) and had no choice but to look straight at him. Lucky them. I wonder what he was thinking: “who are these people I keep bumping into”. Or of course there’s always the fact he didn’t notice us at all. Nah … not possible.
Welcome to LA Andy & Jess.
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Shanghighs and Shanghlows
I could end the story there. But I won’t. I’ve joined in an Instagram project called #myreality where we’re posting a pic a day on various topics. It’s been fun to be part of and gets me thinking about what pics I can post and also what pics I’ve already taken that I can share. (You can see my pics on my Facebook page in an album I’ve created of the same name). And if you’re not already following me on Instagram I’m @itstartedinla.
So it got me thinking I must be giving the wrong impression about #myreality. Yes of course I see amazing things (straight from movie sets) daily and get to do lots of fun things I never dreamt of only 15 months ago. But. And there is a but. I wrote a couple of weeks ago about FOMO. As settled as I am here in LA, I’m unsettled. I like our house but it’s only supposed to be temporary. I hate renting, I want to buy a nice house (not unlike the one I plan to build some day–one day–at home).
The kids and I have been chatting and if life is meant to be here for us for a while then we’re ready for it. We’re prepared to embrace it and stay. But Mr H doesn’t feel the same way. I’m pretty sure he’s in denial. He’s job is here, he’s happy here but he doesn’t want that lightbulb moment where he thinks he can lay down some roots here and settle for a while.
And so, life as an expat is about the highs and the lows. There was a saying in Shanghai and it was exactly that: the Shanghighs and the Shanglows. Some choose to dwell on the lows, we try to focus on the highs. And I don’t really expect much (any) sympathy from you. But when you read this in your house that you call your home think of me living in a sort of limbo land and count your lucky stars because with your life comes family, friends and security.
Not falling but “Fall”. Because we always end on a positive note it’s starting to feel more like Fall here now: it’s getting a little cooler and the Halloween decorations are out. Also, the air freshners and candles are scented for the “holidays” in a glorious combination of cinnamon, cloves and “apple pie”. It reminds me of this time last year when we were newbies and were trying to navigate around town. That smell reminds me of home and security and family. So I think we’re lucky the kids and I can picture ourselves staying here another few years and we can gently let go of the “smells of home” that lure us back. I think we’ve come a long way. As unsettling as that is it is somehow very settling.
And of course the start of Fall means Halloween, people have their decorations out and the “spirit” is out there. It’s a fun time of the year.
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Another week and another visitor to show off our LA to last week. This time it was my niece coming over from Wales. My dad was from Wales and left home when he was young to travel the world. While we go back often to visit it’s not often we get to spend quality time with relatives apart from immediate family.
Ironically at the time my daughter was doing a history assignment on family so she got her nose out of joint that she hadn’t met any of Mr H’s extended family and only saw mine on holidays to the Philippines and Wales–and have since met more here in LA.
While her friends were having family gatherings and weddings she hadn’t experienced that because we have never lived in the same city as family. (OK technically that’s not true–Mr H’s brother and family lived in Sydney at the same time as us so the kids have a special bond with them as a consequence but that was some four + years ago now and with us both living out of Australia I can’t see us living in the same city again for quite some time.) That’s the tough part about being an Expat. The plus is that you establish close friendships stronger than any family bond and we’ve always had families take us under their wings (which we just love).
There were a few themes I noticed last week–especially as I see LA through the eyes of a first-timer–but I thought I’d use this week’s post to fess up to something I blogged about at the start of my new venture.
That post was about young girls here and their designer handbags. Specifically it was about us getting swept up in 90210 and wanting my daughter to have a fabulous Furla handbag.
At the time I was annoyed that the PE bag of choice was a Michael Kors tote and naturally when you see someone with something you like you want it too. But even with my fetish for handbags I couldn’t see how a Michael Kors PE bag would in any way be acceptable in my house. (Thankfully I think the bag du jour has changed once again proving my point that I can’t afford to get caught up in many of the trends out here).
As I re-read the post I don’t think I even articulated myself all that well. I think I was trying so hard to cover up what I was really trying to say that that’s exactly what I did!
Some of my gorgeous friends’ daughters do have designer handbags and to me that’s OK. It’s OK because they don’t get everything they want and they are uber fashion conscious and spend time creating their own individual looks and it works for them. They also don’t flaunt it. It’s normal to them and they don’t judge my daughter for not having … a designer handbag for example. It’s also OK because they can afford it. To them buying a designer handbag is like me buying my daughter a Sportsgirl bag or even a Country Road bag.
What’s not OK are girls who make others who don’t sport the latest designer handbag feel bad or out of it. Actually I don’t think many do but there’s a difference in my daughter’s behaviour (and what she wants) depending on who she’s been hanging out with so I’d love to know what is said and why she acts like that only after hanging with certain girls. As I’ve said to her lets limit the amount of hanging out time with those girls–if nothing else but for my nerves and my alcohol intake.
So here’s the confession. My daughter is now the proud owner of a spunky Marc Jacobs bag. She was over the moon to be given one as a gift from a few of her friends recently. Good for her. She loves it and cherishes it. It’s so special, especially because it’s come from friends.
She has also saved up for her very own matching Michael Kors wallet & tote bag. And no, she won’t be using it as her PE bag. She has counted every penny and watched as her favourite “camo” (that’s camouflage print to us untrained) gear went on sale. She was able to use Christmas and birthday money as well as the very generous gift cards she got from her recent party to get it with her own money.
The much-yearned-for Michael Kors camo bag
OK She didn’t actually have to work for it but she did get to experience the importance of saving up for something you really want.
Since I wrote about pocket money at the beginning of the year we’ve also been thinking seriously about that. The kids have been OK with doing some jobs but they’ve been doing a great job at budgeting their money and spending it wisely. So much so that we’re pretty much eliminating gift giving in our house in exchange for money giving.
The main downfall is that it’s completely impersonal and a real downer on a celebration day. But, money giving is helping our kids appreciate the value of money and make choices about what they really want–as opposed to asking for everything then being disappointed with the “little” they get.
My son did the same sort of thing with his money–saved it up and got a racing car set he really wanted. Like my daughter he counted his “pennies” until he hit the magic number and got exactly what he wanted.
The only other downside to this experiment is that neither of them can have a bank account here with a linked debit card until they’re 15 or 16. Once they get that then they’ll truly be able to transact without fear of losing their cash and track their savings and spending.
Back to handbags
You see one of the things I hadn’t fully thought through was the problem is similar back home. And it’s even more true in Expatland where Cashed-up bogans rule supreme.
In Australia there are girls with designer handbags, wallets or designer clothes. Or the latest Mac. Or holiday house. Or boat. Or iWhatever. There are some girls who get what they want, and others who don’t.
In Expatland it’s probably even worse. I bought my daughter a designer wallet (fake of course–which brings up more ethical debate truth be told) and thought nothing of it.
When we lived in China things were so ridiculously cheap and we didn’t have mundane bills to worry about like rent, utilities or school fees that the discretionary spending was abnormally high. I didn’t have a blog then but I spent a lot of time analysing how much the kids had and how no one wanted for anything that we were raising a generation of spoilt children living in a surreal world. I spent a lot of time then making sure we weren’t buying the kids too many material possessions so they would think that was the norm and OK. (No wonder my kids think I’m a hard-ass.)
The moral of the story?
The moral of the story is and always will be each to their own: their own beliefs, values and judgments. This blog contains the world according to Gwen John and it doesn’t have to be the world according to you.
Am I being hypocritical that now my daughter, too, owns a designer handbag? That’s for you to decide and me to justify.
What I love is that, sure, it’s got the Michael Kors element about it but it’s my daughter to a T–she loves everything camo. In my mind she’s not compromising who she is for the sake of buying herself a designer bag.
I go back to my mum’s advice when she visited a couple of months ago when she questioned me and my steadfastness.
She cautioned me at being stubborn to resist the change (you always want what you can’t have). She agreed we have to be true to ourselves and our values but we also had to be mindful we’re bringing kids up in a different place to where we grew up. She reminded me that the same thing happened to me when we moved back to Melbourne after spending a few years in Queensland. It’s OK to be pliable and blend a little so long as you remember who you are and what you believe in. And I think we are and we do.
LA through different eyes
My niece was gobsmacked at LA–not just the six-lane freeways but the uber wealth in not one but dozens of different neighbourhoods (Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Los Feliz, Malibu, Larchmont, Santa Monica, Brentwood, Hollywood Hills .. need I go on?) She was also surprised to see so many homeless people and the terrible state of some of the roads. She laughed at dinner the other night as she reflected that everyone in the restaurant carefully checks out everyone else to see if they are “someone” or if they know them. (She said I was being checked out–love it!).
Perhaps one (or two) of her biggest surprises though were the canyons. Like most people she saw LA as being Beverly Hills (the flats), Santa Monica and the beaches and Anaheim. She had no idea of the beauty of the surrounding canyons. Coupled with that spotting deer crossing the road just two doors down from our house spun her out.
That’s what I love about LA: the surprise factor. There’s so much more to LA than you might think. Whichever way you look at it though, it’s worth getting to know better.
xx It Started in LA xx
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That’s right, sadly our first US summer has come to an end. I know many people that would be jumping for joy at the thought of their kids back to school and out of their hair. Not yours truly.
I love the lack of routine school brings: sleeping in, not having to worry about getting home in time for school pick-up–or even being at school to pick up; no car pool queues and no worrying about what to pack for lunch.
But alas like all good things in life they must come to an end. And there is always an upside: I’ve missed you! I’ve missed my Blogs and have so much to tell you it feels like I haven’t caught up with my best friend for ages. (Which is true too).
Where do I start? Let me start by telling you that summer was great. We had one of our good friends come at the start of summer and that meant showing them around the LA we know and love and a couple of roadtrips. It was with them we conquered Yosemite and then drove to Vegas via Mammoth and Death Valley. It seems like a lifetime ago.
The day after they left my mum and brother came and five days after they left my in-laws came. In between we had a great visit from fellow Blogger UK Desperate Housewife of USA. And that my friends is summer done and dusted. We estimate five or so days with just ourselves for the whole nearly three months. No wonder I’ve neglected you and I am exhausted!
There were so many highlights it actually feels like a bragfest if I go through them all with you. But what that makes me realise, once again, is how bloody lucky we are to be living here doing the sorts of things we’re doing.
Which brings me to how this Blog was born. You know when you read someone famous talk about the struggle to make it big and you sit back and think, “wow, did you what? Good for you. How did you manage to achieve that?” And it’s hard to imagine them as everyday normal people.
OK, not that I’m saying I’m all over the mags and hugely successful by any stretch but I wonder if I’ve conveyed to you that just over 12 months ago I was a normal, happy person getting up at 5am many mornings a week to take my son swimming then go for a run myself before I had to go back home to help my daughter get ready to take her to the bus to start her day. Then work or go to the gym, grocery shop, manage the soccer and waterpolo teams and be ready for the kids to come home and do their afternoon activities, dinner etc. Blissfully happy as you can only be when you live in Australia unaware (fundamentally) that there are normal people living similar lives to me in Beverly Hills 90210.
Until my hubby got a call about moving there.
So of course we are constantly pinching ourselves and wanting to share a glimpse into how life can suddenly change for an unsuspecting Aussie family like us. I’ve had nothing but great support for my blog but I do wonder if people realise that we weren’t “destined” for this life nor were we looking for it per se; it just happened. Apart from the usual teenage stuff neither of our goals were to make it big in Hollywood–or make a go of it here. Such is the wonder of life sometimes. That’s what makes our story so cool.
So … apart from a few travel stories over the coming weeks I’ll share with you tidbits from our summer (told in the spirit of this Blog) in LA including :
Heading to our first Bar Mitzvah–90210 style
Mr H & I at the Creative Emmys
The kids and I at the Teen Choice Awards
Brushes with fame out and about in LA.
What’s on this week?
With the kids reluctantly packed up to school for another year and having the house to ourselves again it’s obviously time to focus on It Started in LA. Aside from that I have a mountain (and I mean mountain) of ironing.
(I don’t mind ironing because I have a system: I record my favourite shows–and with M-Go or Netflix I don’t even need that–and I watch them while I iron. It passes the time nicely and I have a great excuse for watching TV. High on my list, if you’re interested, are Orange is the New Black and Scandal—which we saw being shot when we first arrived in LA and had no idea how big it or the stars were. I’ve since added Sons of Anarchy—which is tough because it’s up to season bazillion), Game of Thrones and Breaking Bad so it’s just as well I have a mountain of ironing. Wait, did I mention Mad Men and House Of Cards? No? You get the picture).
Plus I want to get out and meet more people to start my new series, “Profiles” and trying to get on set to get a taste for that aspect of LA life. And of course I need to start planning our next holiday. Busy huh?
Birthday parties 90210 style
In the meantime I’m party planner for my daughter’s up-and-coming 12th birthday party. It’s been an eternity (according to her) since she’s had a party and she’s picked this year and turning 12 to have one.
Sigh for me. And Mr H. I’m sure it would be the same in Australia but pin the tail on the donkey, bringing in a clown or even an at-home dance party don’t seem to cut it anymore.
What do you do for a girl who is practically last in her class to have a party and everyone else has pulled out the big-gun ideas? With a lot of tossing up and negotiation we decided on a screening of the movie The Giver (a book my daughter and her class studied last year that I also read and loved) at Mr H’s state-of-the-art “Viewing Rooms” at his sound stage on one of the studio lots.
Sounds flash huh? I thought so but there was a little skeptical worry that everyone has access to such an amazing opportunity that it wouldn’t be special. Lucky she realised that living here does not necessarily mean everyone has access to it and we’re on. We’re all on board and I have to deliver a party that’s 2040 with a twist of 90210 and a Hollywood chaser.
Three key differences between parties 90210 style and 2040 style:
The key difference that’s highly evident is that there are no lolly bags. That could be a good thing I hear you say except they are replaced with a more upmarket version and called a “party favour”. Party favours can be anything from a gift card to your favourite store (with the 2040 present budget) to a kit filled with fabulous goodies also equal to or greater than the 2040 present budget (or maybe I was just a little on the scroogey side?).
We’ve upped the anti. That’s not to say it’s not happening at home but I don’t think it’s happening across the board. While all very gorgeous some of the parties my daughter has been to include lunching at the Polo Lounge in the Beverly Hills Hotel, High Tea at Le Montage, a private nails party at a nail salon, dinner and pool parties with ice-cream vans and all the bells and whistles required to keep some 20 girls amused for a few hours.
Catering. There is no sign of party pies and sausage rolls nor of fairy bread and for that I think we should all have a minute’s silence. No sign of lolly bags either but we’re changing that with a “candy station” to get us through the movie.
From my son’s perspective there were hardly any parties this year giving way for more intimate affairs with a couple of mates over. Except one girl who had a massive party at the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel–booked out for Saturday night. That one was quite the affair!
I’ve changed my thinking a little from when we first came. While I’m not changing who we are or what we believe in I am accommodating things 90210 style. A wise person (my mum) told me over the holidays that I shouldn’t make the kids stand out as being totally different to everyone else just because I want to stick to how we do things at home. Her view was that (especially as you get into the teenage years) it’s good to be a bit under the radar and kids don’t particularly like to stand out as being especially different. That’s not unlike what one of my school friends told me (reminded me of) when she came to visit earlier this year either. So I’ve wiggled.
I think it’s good advice and I’ll continue to monitor how it means we navigate life 90210 style.
Enjoy the start of Spring Southern Hemispherers while we adjust to Autum (sorry Fall) here. Thankfully LA’s weather doesn’t really change very much so the forecast is for sunshine and sunshine followed by sunshine.
“Curtis Stone has brought Australia’s flare for food and flavours to LA in what goes down as one of my greatest dining experiences to date in a city with dozens of celebrity Chefs and amazing restaurants. Who knew the Coles guy was THAT good? Bravo.”
I heard a couple of months ago that spunky Australian Celebrity Chef Curtis Stone opened up a 25-seat restaurant in Beverly Hills to rave reviews and he was personally there to make sure everything goes exactly to his plan.
And what a plan it was–or is. Nothing is left to chance, from the single-fronted front door with nothing more than the signature “M” and a gorgeous lime tree to let those in the know know where they are. To the exquisitely styled and very warm feeling you get when you walk through the door. To the toilets and the gorgeous coconut-scented body and hand lotion. To the “party favour” raspberry tea and copy of the menu left with us as a take-away. To the eclectic china and featuring Australian crockery given to Curtis as a gift by Australia’s Consulate-General in LA the warm and lovely Karen Lanyon. To the fact that the gratuity is added taking the hassle out of that pesky tipping thing that goes on here.
Nothing is meant to be easy
Getting a reservation at Maude’s is not easy. And I have to say that the trouble it caused me was bugging me and I had a nervous feeling about whether this was going to be worth it or not.
In Australia we’re used to stupid booking rules like you must call three months in advance on a full moon when the restaurant is open and someone is there to fill up the next three months’ worth of reservations in 20 minutes. But not here in LA where you depend upon your Open Table account or personally knowing the Maître D’ (usually the later). Click here to book.
What I was stressed about was booking two months in advance not knowing whether we’d be in town, who’d be around and whether we could make the 5:30pm reservation which is the only one I could get for a table (party) of four. First-world problems when you’re stressed about a restaurant booking and being slugged with a $100 cancellation fee if the table is not rebooked.
Alas it all came together: my husband was in town and fellow Australian friends were free to join us. We were on our way.
Classic styling inside Maude’s–you just know you’re in for a treat the minute you walk in the door
The first thing we had to do was take in the meticulous styling: modern French Provincial with an enviable collection of old jugs, bowls and champagne buckets. The next thing I noticed, at our table for four, was the table was big enough to accommodate us all really comfortably despite the intimacy of the restaurant. All goes to suggest that rather than cramming in a couple of extra tables Curtis was focused on his aim to provide “equals parts comfortable and luxurious”. And the staff were warm and welcoming, knowledgeable and not at all snooty as you might imagine they could have a tendency to be at such a special place. I imagine this is not an accident and that warm, friendly Australian way shines through so much so you’d be forgiven for thinking you were in Melbourne or Sydney.
So not LA
The food. Oh the food. I’m not a food writer but I am an “enjoyer of fine food, restaurants and wine”. I died and went to heaven.
A bit like an episode from Masterchef Curtis chooses a core ingredient and prepares a nine-course tasting menu around that. Our core ingredient was berries–and you’d be surprised what falls into the berry family.
Gazpacho served from Australian-emblemed crockery
We started with Gazpacho, enjoyed a meticulously prepared lobster that was a textural delight and savoured the crepe with gooseberries, stracciatella and truffle that was one of our favourites for the evening.
Crepe | Gooseberries, Stracciatella, Truffle
Each taste was the perfect size to savour every mouthful and hang on every bite providing multiple orgasms per round–wanting more but being satisfied with what you had. As our friend put it, “there were lots of ‘oh my gods’ proclaimed”.
At the doughnut round (three exquisite round balls one each filled with custard, strawberries and apple) we were satisfied but agreed we could go again.
And as if it was a deliberate strategy out comes the mouth-watering peach melba with berries and “blah, blah, blah”. He had us at that peach melba and we were lost for words, say what you like we had officially died and gone to heaven.
The final orgasm: peach melba
Bravo Curtis Stone. You are pushing the envelope for LA Dining. I wonder if others will follow suit and bring the fresh food and flavours to LA that we miss so much from back home. It is absolutely Ausmerican where LA and Sydney collide to provide nothing short of perfect.
I’ll be on that phone again on the first of next month trying to book a table stressing about whether we’ll be in town and who’ll be around and whether or not I’ll have to forfeit the booking and face the possibility of the cancellation fee.
Except next time I’ll advertise my reservation on Craig’s list as the most coveted and available reservation in LA those in the know would kill to have.
Hail Curtis Stone, the new king of LA dining.
xx It Started in LA xx
Psst: There is no Valet Parking (which I joked would be its biggest fail before arriving there) but there is a parking station right next door and I think you should book an Uber anyway to take advantage of the wine-pairing menu.
Our first American summer is here and it is whizzing past right before our eyes. The thought of 11/12 weeks off in the middle of the year can be daunting but given we arrived here in August and only had a couple of weeks before the kids had to start a new school we were ready for it. Plus, we had friends & family lined up to stay so we knew it would be a busy summer. But, some seven weeks in–half-way through–it’s becoming ridiculous and needs to slow down before we blink and miss it.
What happened to being bored and having “nothing to do”? What happened to catching up on my Blog and getting time to enhance it and work on new and fun things? What happened to regretting not taking advantage of the one trillion camps there are on offer?
This one time at Band Camp
When we first arrived and the kids started at their new school there was a lot of talk about Camp and a lot of emphasis on “sleep-away” Camp. It was my daughter’s dream to go to Camp. (Didn’t we all dream of going away to camp as we grew up watching American movies when all the kids got to go to Camp? OK I did).
This one time … at Band Camp | Summer Holidays | It Started in LA | www.itstartedinla
As the year went on it became clearer that we’d have friends come to visit so going off to Camp wouldn’t be a thing in the kids immediate future. Neither were really perturbed and given we haven’t grown up with a Camp culture–to us summer holidays are all about the beach and going away as a family–we weren’t either.
But in hindsight I feel like I’ve let the team down. Not my team but this Blog. I mean who comes to live in LA with two camp-aged kids and doesn’t research them, how much they are, who goes, for how long and what really goes on (are they really like the movies?).
So I had a little look on the website at one camp my daughter wanted to go on. Ironically for a cool $8,550 each I could send both my kids back to Australia and New Zealand (not the Camp the kids wanted to go on) to do all the things we do during our summer holidays while I stay here and … well I’m not sure what I’d do … refurb my Blog?
Sounds great if both parents work but I don’t really need to take advantage of Camp. Ironically, when you look at the promotional video it shows Sydney and Manly at their spectacular best and doesn’t necessarily show that it’s winter there. And, I know as well as you do (my Aussie readers) that it’s been a cold and miserable winter. Imagine surf lessons on Manly Beach when it’s blowing a gale and bucketing down?
Having said that the girls (and boys) that go away to traditional sleepaway camp here in the US love it. And if I’d bothered to research it earlier then I would see that they have a special wakeboarding program that my son would love as he misses it so much. Maybe next year …?
Seeing LA from my friends’ eyes
We had “mom & friends” camp (ie staying home) with one of my closest friends here at the start of summer. They were in the US for five weeks and did the most amazing things. To say it was a trip of a lifetime was an understatement.
Apart from having them around to see what life is like for us (and share our experiences first hand) for an extended period it was great to see LA and the US from their perspective.
So, here are five things I noticed they noticed about being in the US.
The service is so good it’s going to be hard to go back to apathy.
Everyone is just so nice and friendly (and noticeably so) and it’s actually really nice and not sickly terrible. (But tipping–and thinking about it–sucks)
There is so much to do and see here you need more than a couple of years to get through your bucket list (which, keeps on growing–that’s my addition). And, there is so much to do that no wonder many Americans don’t feel the need to discover what the rest of the world has to offer.
Hollywood and Beverly Hills are like one big movie set. Not as in everything looks so familiar (even though it does) but that it seems bigger and more schmick than it is in real life. The Hollywood Walk of Fame for example the stars seem so much more shiny and new not that there are people everywhere with not much room between each star and someone’s spilt ice-cream on Michael Jackson. Oh, and that Rodeo Drive isn’t actually that long.
(Celebs don’t really shop on Rodeo Drive that much unless they’re looking for publicity which is exactly what we caught when we were there–a guy from the Hunger Games walking up and down with an unknown hat-wearing girl as paps and adoring fans chased him.)
Doing a little celeb spotting: Luka from the Hunger Games (so they say)
That we’re very lucky with the quality of food in Australia. My friend couldn’t get over the fact that a wedge salad was served in some of the best restaurants in the US and it’s essentially a wedge of iceberg lettuce! It’s true and if you’re lucky it’s served with a fancy ranch dressing.
And, by way of a PS you can dine at my favourite West Hollywood restaurant and see paps and big-time celebs: Hugh Grant, Sandra Bullock AND Keanu Reeves in fact. And, there may or may not have been an exchange between my girlfriend & Keanu at the bar that didn’t include her introducing us. Sigh).
I finally get introduced to Keanu–but I have to make do with his Star
Like me they imagined their overseas “trip-of-a-lifetime-holiday” to be exploring Europe but we put a spanner in those works. If ever I had a choice I’d choose Europe over America because I thought it had more to offer. While I still love Europe I have (and they do) a great appreciation for all the US has to offer.
The Annual Health Check
With summer comes the annual health check in preparation for the kids starting the new school year. Each year the kids start a new school year we’re required to take them to the pediatrician (kids here go to a pede Dr not a GP) and get the royal once-over. For our school this check-up must be between April and August so if you’ve been getting a check-up on their birthday which falls in March then you have go back and go through the whole process all over again.
The kids could not see the point in this check up at all–especially that it was interrupting their precious holiday time . I haven’t got the bill yet (I’m wondering if I should be scared) but I think the concept of the health check is a good thing.
They take the kids’ height and weight, assess their hearing and eye sight, check on their immunisations, do a glucose and cholesterol test, take their blood pressure and have a good look at their file to see how they’re tracking (and have been tracking) throughout their little lives. (Actually maybe I need to be very scared about that bill!)
Actually it’s more than civilised here–a medical assistant or nurse takes your vitals, runs many of the tests, does the admin to double-check vaccinations then the doctor steps in and reviews everything, gives them a physical check-up and lets you know how they’re “performing”.
I think we need more of that in Australia. It seems to me to be a great preventative approach to keeping track of the kids’ wellness. For some reason our school has a strict policy on doing these tests (others not so apparently) but for whatever reason my kids are being kept track of while we’re here in the US.
Usual programming will re-commence in ratings season
Given we’re out of ratings season here in the US and all the new shows and highly anticipated next seasons are starting back in September I’ve been a bit quiet too. I promise to post more regularly once school is back.
In the meantime I’m researching holiday ideas and destinations for you so check in on those. Coming up I’ll post on Yosemite, continue my review on Beverly Hills Hotels, extend the review area and talk about Disneyland, Universal Studios and shopping in LA.
After putting off a trip to Disneyland for ten months we took the plunge–and we even enjoyed it
Enjoy your summer but if you’re not on holidays know that you’ll be on holidays very soon. Be sure to keep an eye on Facebook and Instagram as I still manage to post there regularly.
Are there four seasons in Beverly Hills? But of course. The Four Seasons Los Angeles in Beverly Hills to be precise.
Stay at the Four Seasons Beverly Hills for five-star treatment without pretension. If you don’t know LA you might think the location is not for you but actually you’re right in the middle of great shopping, amazing restaurants and have my two favourite areas, West Hollywood and Beverly Hills at your doorstop. With 100 of the 285 rooms being suites there’s a room for everyone but don’t be fooled the standard rooms are roomy and well kitted out.
It Started in LA rating: 5 ticks √√√√√
How a hotel makes you feel is so important: it can make or break a stay don’t you think? Absolutely I say. Let’s face it if you’re not Kim or Kanye or JLo you still want to be treated like you are. You’re important. You’re special.
Well it’s no secret yours truly believes in that premise: I want to be treated like I’m a VIP (and understand to most people I’m not damnit). When I visited the Four Seasons at Beverly Hills I felt like the red carpet had been rolled out for me and so here I am telling you all about it.
Unlike the Beverly Hills Hotel where I walk in and immediately take on a strut (with swag) you don’t feel the need to do that here. It’s comfortable and unassuming.
I didn’t realise the Four Seasons is reputed to be the number one hotel in LA for the entertainment industry. (Hmmm truth be told had I known this I probably would’ve been in a bit sooner so I’m telling you now). Apparently it’s the venue for the majority of Hollywood’s press film events. You get that sense when you see a mini version of the Marilyn Monroe statue as you pull into valet.
Marilyn statue as you enter Four Seasons Hotel Beverly Hills
Guests are anyone from pop stars (there was a very well-known one staying there the day I visited) to celebrities to agents. (In the leisure category it’s popular with us Aussies so it must be good.)
This was my first visit to the Four Seasons. As I said had I known what it was known for I probably would’ve visited sooner. It makes sense that one of the families from school (who ran one of the top Studios) nominated the hotel as their favourite staycation location. I immediately popped it on my list but it’s taken until now for me to get there. Better late than never I say.
The first thing that hits you is the impressive display (and aroma) of flowers. Not just a centrepiece in the lobby but throughout the hotel and gardens.
Those lillies are stunning and positively fragrant–not even Pepe le Pew could upset you
Beverly Hills-renowned florist Eric Buterbaugh’s inspiring displays made me feel like I was back in the flower markets in Shanghai: so many flowers. And that smell of perfectly scented lillies was powerful enough that not even Pepe le Pew the skunk could spoil it.
Flowers anyone? Simply stunning
The flowers are no accident. The property’s owners (it’s managed by the Four Seasons), the Cohen family, were in the flower business so their passion is reflected in the hotel’s design and mood.
The next thing I notice is that, despite its five-star rating and smartly dressed staff (rather than the preferred dress-down approach of many local hotels) it’s not stuffy or snooty. On the contrary it’s welcoming and unpretentious.
What are the rooms like?
OK. I love them. The standard room is really spacious, not at all claustrophobic. Nice touches are the floral theme (in the most tasteful way) through the bedheads and carpet (some of the nicest carpet let alone hotel carpet I’ve ever seen). A vase with fresh orchids in the bathroom showed that nothing escapes the detail put into the rooms. Toiletries used are Bvlgari which also makes for a nice touch.
There are many different categories of Suites catering for the breadth of guests the hotel attracts.
There are about 20 adjoining rooms ranging in category from suites to standard rooms offering different combinations of sleeping arrangements. If you’re anything like me the most frustrating thing about booking via an online travel company is finding or securing adjoining rooms. I get that they’re limited and cannot guarantee but help us out guys and give us a guide as to what’s available. If you fall into this category call or get in touch with hotel direct and make the booking. Less headaches and a better chance of getting what you want.
Naturally suites can also provide the option you’re looking for too. The Executive suite has a pull-out couch in the main room and the Luxury Suite offers two full bathrooms (and a wrap-around balcony). If you happen to have a huge family the Presidential Suites, Royal and Luxury Suites are all big enough to cater for larger numbers.
Rooms at the Four Seasons Beverly Hills feature lush carpet and beautiful flower motifs
If you’re looking for that LA feel the Four Seasons Beverly Hills has nailed it. There’s no mistaking it caters for entertainment clients and is in touch with what LA is about.
The pool is stunning with obligatory cabanas (for Beverly Hills anyway) and plenty of room for sunbathers.
The pool at the Four Seasons is quintessentially LA with that vintage look and feel (love the green & white)
I work out
It wouldn’t be an LA hotel without great workout facilities and the Four Season’s is outdoors. That’s right, Muscle Beach comes to the Four Seasons. Check it, it might even encourage me to work out!
Being LA you can line up a personal trainer to make sure you’re not slacking off while you’re away from home.
The outdoor gym at the Four Seasons is temperature controlled giving the best of both worlds
If all that doesn’t scream: “So LA!” then the dining options will. LA has sooo many fantastic places to eat. Here in LA people go to the hotel restaurants to eat. If it’s good. (I don’t know why we don’t go to them much in Australia, you certainly do in Asia). So you better make sure your restaurant is good–or offers something unique–to bring the people in.
The Four Seasons Beverly Hills has its own little secret known as the Cabana Restaurant, tucked up behind the pool and open to the public.
Culina at the Four Seasons Beverly Hills
I just love that the menu is broken down into four categories: indulgence, antioxidant, energy boosters and comfort food. How LA is that?!
Don’t believe me? Check out the lunch menu here. Did you click through and notice the smoothies? Antioxidant (Goji Berry, Cranberry, Blueberry, Pomegranate, Papaya) and Jet Lag (Orange Blossom Honey, Nonfat Plain Yogurt, Orange Juice, Banana, Strawberries, Bee Pollen). Can’t get more LA than that.
I’m so impressed that the Four Seasons knows and understands its clientele and market. It attracts a younger clientele (think celebs people). You can’t be offering burgers, burgers or burgers to a dieting Kim Kardashian (not that I’m saying she comes here. And not that I’m saying she doesn’t). But if that up-and-coming Blogger Gwen John goes to visit as much as she wants to be good and go and antioxidant menu there’s a good chance she’s going for comfort. So you’ve still got to offer it. Right? Right.
I was treated to breakfast at Culina–its destination restaurant aimed at keeping guests in and Los Angelenos coming. Word is the Sunday brunch is to die for so we’re checking into that one ASAP. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day (which is June here and not September–you’re welcome) are big ones so book early.
I was so impressed by the breakfast that I’m going to blog about that separately. Watch this space. Really quickly though there are healthy options and your traditional fry up options and lots in-between. OK I had the sinless Eggs Benedict which was to die for. If eating healthy was this good and this easy yours truly might be a skinny fashion model rather than a Blogger. The other highlight for me was the freshly squeezed juice bar. You can order one from the menu (I had the Antioxidant Booster–it was Monday morning 🙂 ) or you can create your own.
If you’re an LA local you’ll be pleased to know there’s a fully kosher kitchen. So LA.
Stay at the Four Seasons Hotel if:
you want five-star Beverly Hills luxury without the snootiness or pretension
you want to feel part of the “younger Hollywood” crowd
you’re looking for healthy yet yummy dining options that are so un-American yet proudly Los Angeleno
you want to be centrally located between West Hollywood, Third Street, Melrose Avenue and Beverly Hills (never mind Rodeo Drive, you’re right near the boutiques on Robertson)
you’re prepared to embrace the LA thing and drive everywhere (there are cars to drive you within a two-mile radius of the hotel).
I said it for my last review and I’ll say it again. I made the mistake of not appreciating LA for what it was when I first came to visit some 20 years ago (I think the words were “been there, done that, never coming back”.) I know better now. Do your research before you hit LA. And I don’t mean which theme parks you might visit. Understand what LA is all about and it will be your friend, expect something it’s not and you may as well give it a miss. Thankfully I’ve grown up now, made that rather naive mistake and fate took me back here. I count my lucky stars everyday.
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Again I’d recommend you compare prices online but try booking through the hotel direct. Rack rates are becoming a thing of the past (I have absolutely no proof of this except through my own booking experience) and hotels offer competitive online rates. Sometimes it’s so much easier to get exactly what you want when you book direct.
All pictures with thanks to Four Seasons Beverly Hills.
To find out more about Beverly Hills Hotels visit my Pinterest board. I’m pinning to it faster than I can blog!
Stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel if you want to pay homage to Beverly Hills. It may not be the hotel Pretty Woman ‘debuted in’ but it’s as good as it gets. The rooms are uniquely Californian old-school glamour. Take the journey as you’re transported back in time while you walk through the elegant lobby and meander through the hallways. Then, when you dine at the Polo Lounge and/or hit the pool you’ll remember exactly why life is just so, so good.
It Started in LA rating: 3 ticks √√√ (it will go back up to five ticks when the politics are sorted out but in the meantime I mourn the gaping hole as one of my go-to places)
Can you get any more Beverly Hills than the Beverly Hills Hotel? Absolutely not. Especially because–if you’ve been paying attention to my Fact or Fiction section–the Beverly Hills Hotel was here before Beverly Hills. Here’s a link to catch you up. Next time pay attention, you might miss something.
How many hotels can you think of that people base the interior design of their house after?
And seriously what person in their right mind would style their house like a hotel? Well the answer to that question is simple: this ain’t no ordinary hotel. Timeless elegance is worth being inspired by.
Check out this bedroom transformation featuring the Martinique wallpaper (in lay terms Beverly Hills Hotel wallpaper). Who wouldn’t want a room like that? I have a few more designs to show you on my Pinterest board, always trying to value-add for my Blog (insert halo). (If you visit you’ll see Nicky Hilton’s very own homage to the Beverly Hills Hotel–jelly). Why not follow the board because I’ll keep adding to it as I come across more.
What’s not to like?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I love the Beverly Hills Hotel. It is something else and iconically Beverly Hills/LA. I’m not sure whether it’s the lush, 12-acre sprawling grounds in the heart of primo Beverly Hills mansions, the Palm Trees, the logo, the red carpet as you enter, the Polo Lounge, that pool or even the fact that you never know who you might happen to see.
* That* Pool
But to me it’s how you feel when you walk in: your head lifts, your shoulders go back, your walk turns (somewhat) into a strut and into your wallet a Black American Express card automatically appears and just enough Greenbacks to be comfortable for the day without looking too Real Housewives or Rich Kids of Beverly Hills.
It’s a busy hotel but not in the traditional busy hotel sense. Because essentially you have to drive to get there you don’t just go for a “sticky”. You go with purpose. That’s one of the things that makes it so alluring: You belong there.
I’m transformed in another world and for the next few hours (days if you’re staying there) you’re king of the world: top of the heap with not a care in the world.
There’s always something happening at Valet, there are people coming and going and it’s incredibly difficult to concentrate on what you’re doing because you’re too busy cranking your neck to see if it is indeed Harry Styles, Joan Collins or the Olsen twins (all of whom I’ve spotted there). Or indeed that new Blogger Gwen John (isn’t she always Instagramming pics of her being here?).
Wandering through the hallways you are taken back in time: the signature banana leaf wallpaper, the green and white stripes, the pop of pink. Vintage. Hashtag Gold. The Beverly Hills Hotel knows exactly who it is, sets its own agenda and isn’t ashamed to put itself out there. A timeless classic.
Where should you stay?
One of the reasons I thought I should provide an insider’s view into Beverly Hills hotels is because unless you’ve been there before or you know someone who can give you the inside tip you’re just booking a room. Sometimes you actually want to book more than just a room at the hotel, you want to book a particular room: you need to know your options.
The first choice is to Bungalow or not to Bungalow. Uh huh, there are 23 bungalows–standalone mini-houses–located on the grounds of the hotel. It’s separate from the main building and if those bungalows could talk … Warren Beatty lived in one for years, Marilyn Monroe had her favourite and Elizabeth Taylor had more than one or two (or even three) honeymoons here. These are an experience in themselves. There’s the Presidential Bungalow (23 & 24). Bungalow 5 has its own private pool and you can book a room within the Bungalow or book multiple rooms to book it out. And there are many other suite options to choose from in the Bungalows.
Bungalow 5 at the Beverly Hills Hotel
Go a Suite
It is the Beverly Hills Hotel after all so while the standard rooms are anything but standard the Suites are something else. And there are quite a few to choose from. I checked out the Rodeo Suite, still in the more traditional design but I’d “settle” for it. Don’t you love the piano?
A new level of decadence
If you want to stay within the hotel’s main building and a splurge is what you’re after (or you have a Beverly Hills budget) then why give Suite 100–The Golden Age of Hollywood Inspired by Marilyn Monroe Suite– a test drive.
A suite redecorated, inspired by Marilyn Monroe and the Golden Age.
Quick catch up: To celebrate/commemorate Beverly Hills 100-year anniversary five Beverly Hills hotels designed a suite to honour a decade gone by. Beverly Hills Hotel decade was the 50s saluting iconic frequent-guest Marilyn Monroe.
If you really feel like indulging and a trip back in vintage time is what you’re after you can upgrade to the Norma Jean experience. This includes (but oh so not limited to):
Vintage car airport transfers
Welcome amenity including Marilyn Monroe-themed gifts and a bottle of Dom Perignon
Bottle of Chanel No. 5
Not one but two Diamond Perfection body treatments in the hotel’s Spa by La Prairie.
At this stage Suite 100 and the additional Norma Jean experience can be booked until December 31, 2014.
Eating and drinking options:
The Polo Lounge. It goes without saying. One of the most popular dishes is the McCarthy Salad. Try to sit in a booth (inside) or the elegantly decorated patio. It’s also apparently renowned for its Mothers Day lunch.
My little secret? Don’t let me live to regret this. I love the Cabana Cafe. It’s casual, it’s great people-watching and you feel like you’re in LA. I mean really in LA. I’ve said enough already, I want to share I really do but I need to be able to get in whenever I want. I’m going to leave it to you and my Instagram account to see for yourselves. I will say this though, the subtlety of design with green and white stripe, a pop of pink, the fabulous banana leaf wallpaper and the crispness of the white is a winner for this nostalgic vintage lover. Picture perfect.
The Cabana Cafe: my little secret
The Beverly Hills is most definitely on my top five things to do while here in LA. While I’m here I want to book a bungalow and hang out by the pool for the day (no doubt feeling extremely sub-conscious with those other hot bods around) and strut my stuff. Because I’m in the Beverly Hills Hotel. And I belong there.
Stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel if:
you want to be transported back in an era oozing style and class–this hotel is wasted on people who don’t appreciate its look.
you’re prepared to embrace the LA thing and drive everywhere (there are shuttles to downtown Beverly Hills and cars provided).
you can afford it–if you’re going to do, do it properly; and enjoy it.
Don’t stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel if you’re looking for a slick, modern hotel. After all you don’t come to Beverly Hills for that.
I made the mistake of not appreciating LA for what it was when I first came to visit . I know better now. Understand what LA is all about and it will be your friend, expect something it’s not and you may as well give it a miss. Thankfully I’ve grown up now, made that rather naive mistake and fate took me back here. I count my lucky stars everyday.
Have fun and remember: Head. Up. High. Shoulders. Back.
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Book rooms direct with the hotel, here’s a link to its website. If you’re after something specific give them a call, that way you can ask for exactly what you want and they can talk you through availability and what you need to do to achieve your desired result.
All pictures with thanks to Beverly Hills Hotel.
PPS: Unless you don’t follow the news many people including high-profile celebrities the likes of Ellen & Richard Branson are calling for a boycott of the Beverly Hills Hotel. I’ll leave you to decide how you want to proceed but I thought I should let you know that it could affect your decision to stay. Sadly the boycott is necessary to show that we live in modern times in a global society and you can’t do things that have no regard for basic human rights. More sadly though the hotel’s owner, the Sultan of Brunei, has so much money I’m not sure he cares. Nor will he miss the money. This blogger wants the hotel off the boycott list so we can all enjoy it the way it’s supposed to be enjoyed. I also strongly encourage the Sultan to get with the 21st century!
Shhh …. I’m having an affair. I know, so LA right? It feels so good. It feels so right. It’s like an addiction–just one more night, one more time. Then I’ll stop. I promise. Maybe if I’m careful I won’t get caught. I think I’m in love …
Stay at the Beverly Hilton to relive vintage Californian retro chic. Centrally located, driving towards Beverly Hills from LAX along Santa Monica Boulevard and there it is–for all to see. The Beverly Hilton stands out as if to say “look at me” and damn it so people should. With Beverly Hills at its front doorstep, a centrally located pool (complete with beautiful people adorning it) a huge white wall for after-dark movie screenings all you need to do is close your eyes and you’ve stepped back in time. And what a time that was.
It Started in LA rating: 5 ticks √√√√√
I’m loving discovering these Beverly Hills hotels for you. Each one so far has had its own look and feel, there truly is something on offer for everyone. I’m in love with the Beverly Hilton.
The Beverly Hilton ticks quite a few boxes as it’s a large hotel so it’s able to cater for different needs.
You think of Beverly Hills and you think Oscars, Golden Globes, celebrities and of course the Beverly Hilton. The Beverly Hilton is one of the most iconic Beverly Hills landmarks with its ode to all things vintage and 1950s. It hasn’t changed a bit. And it’s a good thing.
Golden Globe Awards held at the Beverly Hilton each year
(OK, it has been refurbished and they’ve kept the hotel looking spic and span but they haven’t tried to recreate its essence: it’s staying very true to itself. Thank god for that!)
The first time I visited and as I walked through the lobby of the hotel I was in another world. Sure, you say it’s just another hotel but it’s the era, the events that have happened in the hotel–the same feeling you get as if you’re in the middle of a Mad Men set or on a Pam Am flight bound for Europe.
I’m looking around taking in the sights, smells and ambiance. Sneaking in the back via the carpark, I walked through the first floor and hear sounds of a woman talking; I smell smoke. I gaze down casually to find a blonde lady in her bathers smoking a cigarette surrounded by friends. It’s so 1950s LA. Careful not to stare for too long I take a step back and casually take a photo–not of anyone in particular but it was a gorgeous day and the pool is glistening in the sun.
Looking down at the Beverly Hilton pool it’s not hidden away somewhere: it’s on show for everyone to see
This pool is the largest heated hotel pool in LA. Infamously Angelina Jolie jumped in fully clothes the night she won her second Golden Globe for the movie Gina. (If you were paying attention this was the subject of one of my Fact or Fiction posts.)
I’m early for my appointment so I walk through the lobby having a look around. In a matter of minutes two people ask me if I need help–clearly I look lost and they’re very attentive. I politely decline.
Actually this isn’t my first rip to the hotel. the last time I was here it was the night of the Golden Globes, one of guests to the many after-parties. There were monitors and signs pointing guests in the right direction: Weinstein; Warner-Bros/InStyle; Fox; NBC; E! I was overwhelmed then but now I’m trying to picture where it all fit. It looks nothing like it did that night.
All signs point to an After-Party. Golden Globes Style | 2014
Immediately after the last guests go home the hotel is back to its normal self ready for another “normal” day. And here I am. My first visit on a normal day.
There’s a lot to offer in terms of choice: right from a standard room to a suite to the Penthouse Collection, the Royal “wing” (or group of suites), the Presidential Suite and the Cabanas.
Previously guests have been practically every American president, and is often referred to as the “White House of the West”. Royal families have stayed here (yes more than one) and their entourages, movie stars, pop stars, business people and everyday run-of-the-mill people like me.
There are two towers: the Wilshire Tower and The Oasis. My favourite is the Cabana rooms. Tucked away nicely out the back these rooms back onto the pool.
View from ground floor Cabana room
On our staycation we scored a ground-floor room that opened up onto the pool. Glorious. It was as if we were in Palm Springs-minus the drive. I felt like I was in a cross between a drive-in and a Californian motel on Route 66 (not that I know what that looks like but it’s a look I’m going with). The cabanas have a motel feel with a hotel vibe.
Feels more like a cosy 1950s motel than a big hotel … and that’s the way I like it
Suite 100 Collection: an ode to Audrey Hepburn & the 1960s
At $1914 a night* not a detail has been skipped in the planning of this suite. I walked in and felt like I was in Darren & Samantha’s living room (you know? from Bewitched. Right. Probably a little more Audrey Hepburn then their lounge but I was definitely transported back in time).
It was the attention to detail that tickled my fancy most. You could order–via a phone of the time–room service from the room service menu in 1960 at 1960’s prices. A lot of relics had been pulled from the archives so the menu is as it was in the 60s and the drink coasters and “merchandise”.
This old B&W TV actually works!
And in the bathroom there is a Givenchy Bar”–full-size Givenchy perfumes and toiletries (word is Audrey’s favourite).
I have to say there aren’t a lot of dining choices in the hotel so mix it up by going out to dine. Hey, this is a good thing. LA has plenty of great restaurants so get out there! The breakfast buffet is pretty good and the Trader Vic’s menu was right up our alley (it was just a shame it wasn’t available at lunch when we wanted to test drive it).
I’ve fallen down in the Spa review department as I didn’t try out any of the treatments on offer despite there being some great Memorial Day specials. One I’m dying to check out (see how well it works) is the Red Carpet Ready Facial.
We had an amazing night at the Beverly Hilton. The service at the pool was fantastic and at lunch at Circa 55 we weren’t rushed through. It was busy and the vibe was good.
Stay at the Beverly Hilton if you:
want to step back in time to the glorious 1950s
want a hotel that has a great vibe and soul
want to be conveniently located in Beverly Hills
have time to hang by the pool to see and be seen
don’t have time to go to Palm Springs but want to feel like you’re there.
I’m going to end as I have with my last two Beverly Hills Hotel reviews. I made the mistake of not appreciating LA for what it was when I first came to visit some 20 years ago (“been there, done that, never coming back”.) I know better now. Do your research before you hit LA. LA is not a modern City with all the glitz and glamour. Many say it hasn’t changed much at all. If you look closely it has. And it hasn’t. What its done is clung onto its essence: mid century vintage, crisp and cool. Once you understand that’s what LA is all about you’ll love it. I count my lucky stars I got to come back to LA–not just come back but live it.
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Which one is your favourite to date? Any others you want me to review? Let me know and I’ll see what I can do.
* Price for suite effective the year of 2014, check back with the Hilton to see what they’re doing once this initiative is finished.
There are two trends starting to emerge in the titles of my posts: “90210 style” and “Hollywood”. This one is definitely 90210 style.
I have to fess up. It’s Spring break & the kids and I are away for a week. So I thought I’d pull up an old story idea from our school’s Gala Event last month.
I posted a few pics on Instagram and references to the evening if you were following along at home.
The venue was stunning…Vibiana in Downtown LA. A former catholic church the designers had captured its essence and re-purposed it without fail. While the venue was stunning not many people venture downtown and I see why; it was a bit of a trek.pp
It was a fun night though, always interested in meeting the families from school–especially when you hit a jackpot and meet someone you’ve heard a bit (ok a lot) about.
One of the highlights of my night was seeing–and being at the same event as a mega-star A-lister & her spunky hubby. She looked truly stunning and was just “one of us”. I was a little disappointed Our English rocker wasn’t there but at the same time I wasn’t really expecting to see him. Of course part of the fun of the night for me was looking around the room to see who else you could spot that you didn’t already know were parents at the school (there were quite a few).
Apart from some of the jewels hanging off some of the very elegant women (yes I did look around for their bodyguards) the obvious thing to talk about was the amount of money raised.
As usual at many of these events when you’re trying to catch up with people it’s hard to hear what’s going on. They didn’t give us long to chat before the proceedings were underway. I don’t know how much the American Idol final tickets went for nor the Vegas package featuring tickets to Rod Stewart and Brittany Spears or the five-night New York “experience” featuring first-class accommodation donated by one of the families plus tickets to Dr Oz and Saturday Night Live and; The Late Show tickets.
They finally got my attention when a Golden Retriever puppy came out. I have to say I was a little shocked that a puppy gets auctioned off. Too often dogs are purchased by families giving no thought to the concept that a dog is for life. It’s a pretty big gamble that a family is going to want a dog let alone pay big bucks for it. But, it’s something they do every event so I guess the word spreads (but you still have to hope someone in the community is in the market for a dog). As it was there were rumours the highest bidders changed their mind and donated the money and the runners-up got the dog.
Anyway, the reason I bring up the auction is not really all about questioning the dog but to mention the biggest money spinner of them all: a private dinner with the headmaster. That’s right (??!) One dinner was available catered by the owners behind the fabulous “Lemonade” but three were sold for the grand total of … (are you ready?)
They made $39,600 from auctioning dinner with the headmaster. People were buzzing the week later with news of the money raised; people were questioning why on earth they’d need a private dinner with the headmaster or what they had to get off their chests to warrant the need to secure the winning bid.
Personally I think it was a donation–albeit a very large one. Two of the three families are Hollywood celebrities and I can’t imagine them needing to get too much off their chest. I think it was meant to be a nice gesture to make the headmaster feel popular and wanted. Might I add he is an extremely charismatic guy so I’m sure the dinner wouldn’t be boring.
It’s funny how all the amazing prizes and opportunities are put before us but the biggest winner is the simplest prize of all. A bit like life really; despite living among the rich and famous it’s the simple things that are still the best.
Apart from setting eyes on the big A-lister two surreal things happened to me that night that to make the night worthwhile. One was when a former Felicity co-star & I were waiting outside for our respective Ubers. I don’t know how the conversation started but it ended with me trying to get him to pronounce our surname with gusto in an Australian accent. It took at least 20 goes & we were cracking each other up (perhaps you had to be there).
The next was ending up at some actor’s house (I didn’t recognise him but I did get the ok to post a selfie & a pic of his view on Instagram) when we met up with Mr H’s workmates at an awards night after-party. Despite having no idea who he was like I said to him, who cares? he must’ve been doing all right thanks very much because his Hollywood Hills pad with views over Hollywood was pretty amazing. How do I land me that gig? I tried to see if he knew anyone who might sign up my Blog for a sitcom but I can’t remember what he said. (Besides I’m waiting for Chuck Lorre &/or some parents at school that are the creators of a mega-successful sitcom).
Yes I was smashed, yes we’d landed in Hollywood & yes we’d only just been to the Golden Globes after party but I never expected my simple normal life to have a chapter like this in it. So forgive me if I frequently have to re tell the story to make it seem real then pinch myself to make sure it isn’t a dream after all. I joked about stuff like that happening when we moved. It we never, ever expected half of those things to come true. Yet here we are.
Welcome back to Fact or Fiction. I’m a bit late this week, a pupil-free day caused the delay with me being disorganised in not having the post ready ahead of time and the kiddly-winks cramping my style and forcing me to play mother for once. (Well, that and tennis & lunch took up a lot of my Friday which makes me a very happy chicky-babe!).
This week’s question centres around the ever-popular Harry Styles. Word is he’s just bought a house in 90210.
Question is: do you think it’s just down the road and literally around the corner from us?
Lodge your vote now:
Meanwhile, the answer to last week’s Fact or Fiction:
Beverly Hills was named after the Beverly Hills Hotel
was fact confirmed by the hotel’s in-house PR. The hotel was built by bizzillionaire developer Burton Green, President of the Rodeo Land and Water Company. According to the Hotel’s website,
“By 1914, Beverly Hills had attracted enough residents to incorporate as a city.
“Then, in 1920, Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks built their county home, Pickfair, in the nearby hills. Beverly Hills soon became one of the world’s smartest addresses. More stars followed, including Charlie Chaplin, Gloria Swanson, Buster Keaton, Rudolph, Valentino, Tom Mix, and Will Rogers, transforming the bean fields surrounding The Beverly Hills Hotel into prime real estate.”
66.67% of you thought it was Fiction meaning only 33.33% of you were right.
Here’s a link to the Beverly Hills Hotel’s website:
I’ve got an appointment to check out my much-visited Beverly Hills Hotel next week so in that vein here’s this week’s Fact or Fiction.
Meanwhile, the answer to last week’s Fact or Fiction.
I met Robbie Williams at our local Starbucks.
Clearly everyone is starting to get the hang of this game and is starting to get the picture that we’re being exposed to some crazy scenarios. Yesterday my daughter and I were on our way home from a doctors appointment and we witnessed a very “possessed” pap clearly with his eye on his prize. It’s everywhere here you just have to know what you’re looking for and be out and about to see it. (Actually I think it was the same pap who told me I looked like “someone” the other week at my favourite restaurant.)
I digress … again …
66.67% of you thought that I had met Robbie (my wildcard) at our local Starbucks and 33.33% of you thought it was made up.
Well… only 33% of you were right. Sadly I didn’t meet Robbie at our local Starbucks. I don’t think he lives in LA anymore. Bugger because he only lived up he road and apparently was often spotted at my local Starbucks so there was a chance I could’ve very easily bumped into him.
In fact, what spurred this Fact or Fiction on was a very vivid dream I had where I was coerced (by Robbie himself) into ‘fessing up that he was my wildcard celebrity shag. I woke up in a cold sweat.