A package arrived this afternoon with a Rodeo Drive return address.
There's no one home to open it and it's driving me and Ester (the Upstairs Maid) crazy!
We've considered ripping it open and blaming it on Fed Ex. But I'm afraid we've done that too many times to keep getting away with it!
In north American speech (and in cowboy movies) the word rodeo is pronounced row-dee-o. Right?
But in Beverly Hills the original Spanish pronunciation is employed and you'll hear them say row-day-o when referring to the world-famous shopping district known as Rodeo Drive.
Cowboys on Rodeo Drive are few and far between. And the only horses around would be found inside the engines of Ferrari's, Bugatti's and Lamborghini's.
Remember the film Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts gets a makeover and goes shopping for a new wardrobe? That's Rodeo Drive.
Full of high dollar shops and boutiques that attract the rich, the famous and the powerful from all over the world.
From Fendi and Frette to Valentino and Van Cleef, the worlds finest designers display their wares in one small but exquisitely glamorous area of Beverly Hills
If you think this would be a good place to star gaze, you're absolutely right. But to see your favorite star up close you'll have to wade through a small army of paparazzi, valet parkers, doormen, security guards, personal assistants and sometimes body guards.
Just take a look at this link to Google Images to see what I'm talking about.
So, absent an x-ray machine, I guess Ester and I will just have to wait it out until our employers get back next week.
Which is not an easy thing, mind you. During this time of year in between social seasons, things can get pretty dull around here.
Thanks for stopping by. And will let you know what we find out.