LA Adventures, continued

Saturday January 31^st

The terrible three-some of Tara, Rachel, and Annie awoke not so long after they had gone to sleep... Annie woke up earlier to make sure to have some quality mommy time and Rachel and Tara struggled to stay in bed longer as the sky light in the bedroom was blinding and conned them under the covers even though there was to be another B-E-A-utiful day outside.

Breakfast on this sunny morning was some delicious waffles prepared lovingly by Annie’s mother, Mrs. Pennell. There was new tea to choose from (the plastic bag in our food crate was getting old) and slices of grapefruit with the skins removed too! (read: very tasty) Clothes were changed (we got to do laundry!), directions were gathered, and the car loaded with Annie the LA driver/chauffer behind the wheel.

After winding our way down/over/along Mulholland Drive and seeing the surprisingly picturesque view of the city we arrived at Rachel’s friend Laurens house. After admiring their view of the ocean as well as the roofs of several famous households, seeing her newly created compost pile (hooray for compost!), and taking in the U.S. map created all with license plates, we decided to be true Los Angelens/Angelites/Assholes... We were off to Rodeo Drive!! Make sure it is pronounced row-DAY-oh, this is no rodeo with horses, bulls, nor clowns. This is serious shopping here people!

With palm trees lining the streets on the way we finally turned onto that glorious strip of extremely overpriced stores fit for only those that work in the most boring places. Needless to say nothing was purchased except for a Pinkberry frozen yogurt treat before having dinner at The Newsroom later that evening. Rachel considered purchasing a glorious pair of leather riding boots in case she needs the gear for horseback riding, but Annie advised her that it we already are struggling to fit the rest of the “necessary gear” in the car as it is. Tara admired many a Benz and BMW while dreaming of owning one someday even though at the rate that school loans are being subtracted from her bank account, she will continue to drive her little red civic for the next 43 years.

The Newsroom was a cozy little place and surprisingly empty for a Saturday night. Located right across the street from The Ivy (for those of you not up on your US Weekly, this place is THE place to get your picture taken by the papparazi) we kept our eyes out for Brad Pitt or any other cute male need-to-know. Dinner was delicious and Tara recommends the Piraat Ale, but be careful, one bottle packs a 10.6%. Brenna, one of Annie’s friends from college also joined us at the restaurant so it was a grand mish-mash of friends from the area.

We waved goodbye to shopping heaven and headed back to the Schulzinger residence where we tried to pack up as much crap as we could the night before we were to rise early and make our way up the California coast towards San Francisco.