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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

HOW ABOUT A HOUSE IN SANTA BARBARA?



We have a friend who is quite well off, but you'd never know it to look at him.  I'll call him L.  He tends to dress very casually & can be quite loud.  He was in Bijan's--an exclusive store in Beverly Hills.  It is open by appointment only.  He must have followed someone in. I doubt if he would have made an appointment.  Bijan was waiting on another customer while L was looking at a raincoat.  I guess (I don't really know because I've never been in the store) that there were no price tags on the clothes.  L apparently got tired of being ignored because he did a very typical (for him) thing.  He yelled, at the top of his lungs, across this beautiful, elegant & very quiet store, "HEY, BIJAN--HOW MUCH IS THIS RAINCOAT?"  Bijan came running over & took a look at L.  He apparently assumed that he didn't have much money.  He told him it was very expensive & that he probably couldn't afford it.  L told him that he had a house in Santa Barbara that he wasn't using & asked if he would consider a trade.  Bijan must have thought he was kidding--he may or may not have been--but L left without the raincoat.


L's wife was president of the local chapter of a national organization.  As such, she would host a yearly luncheon for about 2,000 guests at a Beverly Hills hotel. While she was eating, depending on what she was wearing, she would wear either a silver or gold lame bib.  To me, that was the epitome of class!



Many years ago, they threw an engagement party for one of their daughters. Their daughter & her fiance were living in London, so that's where the party was. When they invited us, they probably didn't expect us to attend--but you can never be too sure what Bud & I will do.  We flew out of LAX on Friday, went to the party on Saturday & flew back home on Sunday!  We won "prizes" in two categories--longest distance traveled & shortest stay in London.  We're too old & decrepit to do that now, but it was sure a hoot then!  This is just like us:




Since you wouldn't recognize this as my blog without at least a couple of non sequiturs,  here they are: 

"I was listening to some rap music this afternoon.   Not that I had a choice--it was coming from a Jeep about four miles away."
-Nick DePaolo 

"According to a new study from Italy, some women are avtually able to hear with their breasts.  Of course, this is great for Italian men, because they talk with their hands."
-Jay  Leno







I know it's a little late, but I just saw this & I love it:

As long as I've run one late cartoon:





I may be schizophrenic, but at least I have each other----fishducky