Macarons, Breakfast and Abbot Kinney…
This past weekend, I went out for breakfast on three consecutive mornings(!). This is unheard of and only happened because, a) it was a long weekend and b) the boyfriend paid for all of the deliciousness.
That Abbot Kinney sure does help with my daily “omg, I have no job” anxiety (or maybe it’s all the coffee and hash browns). In any case, every time I went up to the pretty hostess (who looks like the girls that would come to Hollywood in the 1940’s), I wanted to simultaneously yell at her, “No! I am not a fabulous European tourist like everyone else on this block!”…and also, “Lady, I’m just like you (or maybe even worse off), I just look like I lead an exciting life filled with daily breakfast outings, but my sweater cost $4.88 and has a defect and I have no money!”…and mostly, “Hey Sisterfriend, are you guys hiring?”.
Of course, I do none of these things, I mutely follow her to the table each day and drown my job anxiety in (at least) three cups of coffee with copious amounts of cream and Splenda. I also want to “borrow” extra Splenda packets for my coffee at home, but I have a conscience and I feel like a thief (Splenda thief!) whenever I do so.
There’s also a store across from this cafe that has a vintage green necklace I want/can’t afford, and I’d very much like to yell all the same things at the sales girls in this store. Plus, they even offered me 15% off the necklace (I like to think it’s because they think I’m someone fabulous), but sadly, it’s still not possible on my non-budget. I also want to ask them if they accept bartering as a form of payment, but that’s not what fabulous people do, now is it?
Which brings me to my point…life is strange and things are never what they seem. The picture above is of Macarons, but they are little trinket, storage boxes and not edible. And after the girl with the coffee/Splenda obsession (aka Fashion Browne), reeled in her fabulousness and left Abbot Kinney, she went straight to the Coinstar inside Ralph’s with a bag of pennies (to pay for that mint green Macaron trinket, of course).
To life and strange things,