I think through the course of the 3+ years I’ve written weekly essays, I’ve proven that I’m a pretty normal guy. I put my pants on two legs at a time while doing a stylish backflip just like everybody else. Living as a native Angelino, however, I’ve gotten to do my fair share of very cool things. I’ve seen cool musicians at small intimate venues, watched some of the greatest athletes in the world, stop and stare at celebrities just trying to do regular stuff like get a coffee or go to Universal Studios with their kid…but these are all kind of normal things that you could do in most major cities. This past week I got to do something I’ve never done before, something you can only do in beautiful Los Angeles, California: spend a night hanging out at the Chateau Marmont with the people who know it best.
Loved this one, which reminded me of an experience I had in Las Vegas years ago (during my days as a mover and shaker...ah, that was sweet) where, through a connection, I was taken on a tour of the very highest high end section of one of Vegas's high end hotels - a section where royalty of the Hollywood kind is not normally allowed because the other kind of royalty that stays there doesn't like the attention Hollywood royalty brings. We tiptoed through the area like ornithologists trying not to scare the rare birds (we saw no one) and tiptoed back out into the whirl and swirl of the casino and the crowds oblivious to the other world down a nondescript hallway.
Not so much a learning experience, but a cool interaction at a famous, ultra chic hotel. I had a cocktail at the guests only private bar at the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo with Ringo Starr and his wife, Barbara Bach. I'd like to say we got drunk and sang Yellow Submarine together but, in truth, we simply said "Hello".
Loved this one, which reminded me of an experience I had in Las Vegas years ago (during my days as a mover and shaker...ah, that was sweet) where, through a connection, I was taken on a tour of the very highest high end section of one of Vegas's high end hotels - a section where royalty of the Hollywood kind is not normally allowed because the other kind of royalty that stays there doesn't like the attention Hollywood royalty brings. We tiptoed through the area like ornithologists trying not to scare the rare birds (we saw no one) and tiptoed back out into the whirl and swirl of the casino and the crowds oblivious to the other world down a nondescript hallway.
Can confirm. How you treat service workers is how you’ll be treated in the afterlife.
Not so much a learning experience, but a cool interaction at a famous, ultra chic hotel. I had a cocktail at the guests only private bar at the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo with Ringo Starr and his wife, Barbara Bach. I'd like to say we got drunk and sang Yellow Submarine together but, in truth, we simply said "Hello".
(Love you, Will.)
What a great experience!