Day 11. A little Bit of Upperclass and Alone Time

Today is a Saturday so that means a lay in. Which was well appreciated. 

We went to Beverly Hills to look at and rate the houses of the extremely rich. There’s a lot of tours doing this, but we has the roof down and went at our own pace. Tris pointed out Simon Cowells house which was impressive in its own right, but my new found experience of housing in Beverly Hills meant his wasn’t that big time. And comparatively he needs to work a little harder. Where better to go after seeing the house of Paris Hilton, Tom Cruise and other high flyers? To see where they shop. We went and visited Rodeo Drive. It’s packed with tourist and the exclusive shops are pretty empty, but when someone walks through the door you know they’re about to drop a few $1000’s. 

 

The afternoon was ended at the Cheesecake Factory, I ordered stuffed mushrooms and a cheesecake. Which all came at the same time. I could go at my own pace and it gave the waitress a break from doing her English accent. We no longer live in Victorian times and The Artful Dodger is not a great representation to base our accent on. We drove back as it started to get cooler.

I got a reply from one of my e-mails. She stated she was a casting director and not an agent but attached a list full of people worth contacting with agents, classes and extra work worth looking at. WHAT A LEGEND. You’d never get that back home. Tris went to meet his parents and I waited for the bus. And waited. And waited. When it finally turned up I walked on and did what I thought the guy in front of me did. Put my money in the machine. ‘Hold on’! Our eyes met as if I knew what he was about to say. I didn’t. ‘You can’t put a five dollar bill in a one dollar machine’. ‘Oh, sorry I just...’ ‘It’s a one dollar ride, why would you put five dollars in?’ ‘Well obviously I didn’t...’ ‘You’ll need to get change, get a dollar. Or five dollars for your bill’. ‘Yeah I get Maths’. I then realised why bus drivers in London have plastic covers between themselves and the public. So no one leans over and smacks them in the mouth. Fortunately between the gangsters and tramps there was a middle aged English couple waving their dollar at me. With a bribe attached, that we could make alliances, bigger in numbers.

 I spent a bit more in Superdry and then went for a beer. Our usual place, so I thought at least the barman will recognise me. Although I didn’t get ID’d so I assume he recognised me but he wasn’t up for chatting. So I enjoyed my chilled beer on the balcony overlooking Santa Monica behind me and the coastline in front of me. In fact, as I sit here and look around everyone is drinking wine, I think I am ruining the ambiance with my larger.

Lesson learnt: The word dollar grates on you. Know how much is in your pocket before you try and spend it. Rule for life.