I tell you this, because when I got in the taxi outside of my hotel and said...
Me: Wilma's Patio, Balboa Island, please.
Taxi Driver: Balboa Island?
Me: Yes. Wilma's Patio on Balboa Island.
T.D.: Where is Balboa Island?
Me: You don't know? Uh......It's uh. Balboa Island (saying it louder...because....uh....what else could I do?) Hang on, let me call my friend. (I'm thinking what the he$$?)
Me: Debbie? My driver needs to know where Balboa Island is....
T.D. You got address?
Debbie: What the he&&? He doesn't know where Balboa Island is? Does he have a navigation system?
(good point...she's a smart one)
Me: Do you have a navigaton system?
(He reaches in his console for a cell phone......looking down at his cell phone......while driving......)
Me, Debbie and the driver are all googling Wilma's Patio....I kept saying Jamboree....I think it's on Jamboree. I've only been in town 2 1/2 days and I've picked up on this much information.
Long story, short. He got me there alive. But what is it with taxi drivers who live in a tourist hot spot and don't know where places are? And don't have a navigation system in their car? Taxi Driver meet 2012. Even I, who can't remember sh*t...know how to navigate around a strange place. Move over.
And the taxi fare was $12.00 and I only had 20's so he got a huge tip for not knowing nothing. It's working for him as Dr. Phil would say.
Debbie and I enjoyed a great breakfast and a long, long conversation about anything and everything. And yes, it was our third day together. She's that kind of friend.
For a point of reference, our hotel was near the W in W Coast Hwy by Via Lido Nord.
This is where the taxi driver picked me up.
Balboa Island was probably only 2 to 3 miles away...if that.
You could find it, right?
Balboa Island is just that...an island... in the middle of the bay and there is one main drag with shops and small restaurants. The rest of the island is full of cute cottages where the rich and LUCKY live. It looks like a movie set. Adorable. Unfortunately I took no pictures.
After another fun day of shopping and eating together, Chip picks us up and returns me to my hotel. This night we have free to go out with Debbie AND Chip. Finally, our foursome reunites. So after Chuck finishes with his meetings we head back out.
I had an hour to walk around and take a few pictures of the hotel we were staying in...
Swim lessons going on. I walked past this to get some more pictures and heard the coach ask the kids if they had any questions. One swimsuit clad girl, in the pool, raised her hand.
She wondered if she could go to the bathroom.
He told her yes, but she had to swim to the other side to get out.
Probably not the question he was looking for.
Chuck and his very important meeting people.
They were staring at some new meters on a computer screen.
For dinner, Chip takes us to Javiers (http://www.javiers-cantina.com/). Where all the women are blonde, implanted and recently botoxed. Finally! A little California people watching. It reminded me of my clubbing days.....a thousand years ago. All the women parading around the bar with the men checking them out. And the lady in the restroom who hands you a towel and then darts her eyes over to the tip jar. Except we didn't have implants and botox. We just depended on very dark lighting. Very dark.
Javiers...to the right is an area with firepits and
seating to wait for a table.
Straight ahead is the bar where
implants and botox are required.
Very cool light fixtures....looked like black lace.
This is taken with a flash.
Taken with no flash.
The flash seemed to bother the Botoxed.
I'm sure they confused me with paparazzi.
Not drunk...just no flash.
I tried a Newport Sunset Martini.
One older, one younger, same earrings.
From Magpies (shout out!)
On our way back to the hotel. Last night in California.