We went out to a Mexican restaurant last night, where I peered all around hoping to see a celebrity (so far, nobody, but L did just see Beyoncé and Kevin Spacey in Las Vegas).
I was about to park the car myself, but a smiling, very handsome Ethiopian came over and I saw he was the car valet. In Los Angeles, it seems most restaurants of any stature have valet parking.
Everyone got out and I waited for my ticket. "No ticket!" said the valet. "I remember everything!" Then he enthusiastically high-fived a surprised passenger of mine, recently arrived from Great Britain.
But when dinner was over and we came back out, the valet brought me a different car.
"If you are bringing me other people's cars, I would rather have that one," I said, pointing at a black Mercedes.
"Ah, now I remember," he said. "Have a wonderful eva ning!"
I've been drifting through your new blog, and went back to the old one and discovered the concierge story.
I have to seriously say it is great writing...loved it.
As for coming back to the USA you're lucky you're keeping a blog, you're living through something unique. The impressions you're having now will never be able to be replaced later- you're so right to write them down now.
Posted by: screamish | 19 February 2007 at 15:34