Sister-Sister Mini Staycation

My sister came to visit me! I will call her “Butter” because that’s what I wanted to name her when she was born. I was 3 years old then. I still think it’s a good name.

We ate too much, we did too much, we talked to each other in the mirror (it’s our best trait as sisters – learned from hundreds of hours spent hairspraying our bangs in junior high). Except THIS visit, there was a third wheel! Someone who shall remain nameless… because they don’t have a name yet. My future NIECEPHEW! Butter will be having Baby Butter Junior in September. (Yay!)

We decide to take a walk up to the Griffith Park Observatory, from my apartment. Complete with secret hillside staircases, mansions and bees.

It’s a beautiful day and at this point we truly believe that every day(!) we will be healthy and hiking! (Well, 1 outta 3 ain’t bad).


We are Masters of Picture Taking Illusion!! She is totally not really wearing sunglasses – I Photoshopped them in.

And then an afternoon, touring the canals of Venice of America!

And the boardwalk of Venice of America!

And (because I made her stand in line for an hour in what turned into a really chilly evening), The Grilled Cheese Truck of Venice of America!

Butter spotted Molly Ringwald nearby and we shopped and walked and also nibbled a few other “Truck Tapas” you should try! 1. Churro Tots 2. Cumin Fries (both at Border Grill Truck) 3. Cheeseburger Dumplings 4. Steamed BBQ Pork Buns (both at the Dim Sum Truck). We wanted to shove the grilled cheese and tots into our armpits to keep us warm. I should say that we did not do that.

We also spent a little time on Rodeo Drive. It was late and shops were closing (it’s probably better that way), so our main focus was people-watching ‘n’ window-shopping. Trying to spot celebrities (apparently everyone drives a Bentley these days…) and obsessing over the mannequins (me). I couldn’t stop taking pictures of them.

Butter, modeling the hottest mannequin hand pose this season, as seen on Agent Provocateur’s lady on the left. The chick in pink is all “Who’s the new bitch.”

Then it called to me. I could barely hear it as dusk was settling… but softly, from across the way “Laaaaaurennnnnnn…..” –What? (Gasp!)

Holy Badgley Mischka! I immediately swore the pennies in my pockets would go DIRECTLY toward the purchase of this ruffled number. (So far, I have 3¢ in the fund). The dress and I whispered briefly through the glass (as shop associates looked over their bifocals at me) and we promised each other that if we’re both not married in 20 years, we’ll try something and see how it goes.

It was Beverly Hills’ bedtime, so we hit up The Grove for a little nightcap and a stroll around the shops. And who did we run into??

JT! Lemme just say that my sister knows how to work a pose. I’m all “Ehhh? Wanna go to Crate&Barrel with me?”

Justin. I say this as your friend: You need a little bronzer.

Butter had to go back to Buttertown, USA. But I adore her visits. We were walking along Rodeo and this was our conversation.

Me: “I love it when you’re here and we can just hang out. It’s like –”

Her: “– I know what you’re thinking?”

Me: “Yeah.”


Talk to me, Baby.

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