Remember last year when Crystal and I had our special Friendiversary in Malibu, celebrating our friends-ness for one whole year? This was our second one! Cuz we still think each other is neat! [*Clink glasses!]
Our adventure started out in Los Feliz at the Vintage Cinema, to see The Bling Ring, the new movie by Sofia Coppola. Obviously. Best girlfriends, stealing together from celebrities, flouncing around in the coke-habit/Louboutin tax bracket… every girl’s dream! We got our popcorn and Junior Mints and enjoyed some A/C in the midst of an LA heat wave. Seated, in the very seats I sat in to watch Burlesque, almost 2 1/2 years ago when I got to LA.
Even then, I knew a scene where the Hollywood sign reflects upon your bus window – is impossible. Unless you’re in a flying bus. Or you’re Christina Aguilera and Cher is your fairy-god-mentor.
Bling Ring opened with a shot of a rich person’s front gate, at night, from the perspective of a security camera. “I’ve been to this house for my delivery job,” I thought. Then the shot reversed, and I could see the house. I leaned over to Crystal, and dribbled some annoying popcorn-breath information, “I’ve totally been in this house!” It’s like a long, modern, glass ranch-type place. I know this, because I have to walk by all the glass rooms when I drop off the food, always hoping I don’t catch them doing anything “private”, while at the same time, trying to find a human to sign the credit card slip. I always see their cat first.
When the movie was over, and I had eaten 90% of our shared Junior Mints, we stepped out on the street and became slightly melty popsicles.
“What do you wanna do?” I slapped my sunglasses onto my face.
And we were off. Riiiight into a bunch of cars, creeping along the highway. Summer makes the beach feel so far away, factoring in the soul-sucking amounts of traffic. But no matter! We could chat along the way!“Sometimes I feel like every ship is sailing away, like, all the life-ships. Each one of them coming by and a bunch of people jump on and I say No, not this time, but you guys have fun! I’m just waiting for some… other… ship, I guess… and it keeps happening and I’m not really, like, doing anything with my life or something. Y’know?”
A good friend just lets you Debbie Downer for a while, and then reminds you about how in the movie they got started stealing out of fancy unlocked cars on the street and how we should totally do that, right? And it makes you forget all about your sad-sack sailing ships.
We stopped for fish n chips n stuff at The Reel Inn. Ervin first introduced me to that place. It’s perfect. You can chill with some food and a drink, on the deck, in the shade, right next to the ocean. Relaxing.
We passed by this wine tasting place, next door. We skipped the tasting and hit up the breathtaking photo opp. This must have been what Alice In Wonderland felt like when she was all small. And over 21.
It’s no trip to Malibu without feeling some amount of sand in your toes, so we spent a little time sitting on the beach, watching the waves and the people and talking about everything. Also, through modern science, we were able to face the Pacific Ocean, with the sun setting behind us. Whaa? Geography is hard.
“I’m like the only person without a tattoo,” Crystal said.
“Everyone has tattoos now. You’re interesting if you don’t have one,” I said.
“I’m too scaredy-cat to get one.”
“Well, You don’t put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari.”
“I heard someone say that once. It’s true!”
“I’d be more like a… what’s that Back To The Future car?”
“A DeLorean?!?! WHAT?”
“Yes! You don’t put a bumper sticker on a DeLorean!”
“Where would you even put it? Where is the back bumper on that thing!”
And such and such.
Finally, it was time for us to go home so Crystal could get started on her cooking project for the weekend, and I could get back to obsessing over how crickets are getting into my second floor apartment, every nite.The sunset was amazing, as it probably always is… Except this time, I was in the passenger seat, having just spent a really fun day with an incredibly great girl, who I’m lucky to call my friend.
So, naturally, it looked sparklier.