I thought butlers were out of date. Hopelessly pointless, or barring that, rather less around than they were, like in Hollywood in the thirties, in England during the twenties.
But here in The OC, one of our sappy local magazines 'COAST' featured an earnest but ever mindful of the times, light-hearted, article about the head butler at either the Montage or the Ritz Carlton...or was it that other hotel, across Pacific Coast Hwy from the beach...which is why I can't ever remember its name.
Of course, this article was about a butler in a hotel, but even so, why an article about a butler in the first place? Is Coast Magazine ringing in the new year with allusions to the opulent life so recently clobbered, to keep our spirits up.
Last week in the Register, OC's newspaper, there was a small blurb about a local Rolls Royce dealership. Yes. Rolls Royce. I have several. How about you?
Anyway, this dealership has announced plans to expand. Like, now.
Now? There's to be a run on Rolls Royces? Maybe to drive in front of that train, making billionaire suicides by train even more poignant?
I think this Rolls Royce dealership has been drinking too much cheap coffee, that's what I think. I think this dealership is breathing heavy and lying through its teeth. Trying to keep the wives in the dark as to the state of their spending power.
Unless the Rolls Royce dealership owner is that guy who drove his big ole Hummer every day during the gasoline prices last summer. He's sure having the last laugh now, isn't he?
Isn't he?
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