Hi! It’s me! Lily!
Well, ummm.. .today was quite the day.
So today they decided they were going to take me sightseeing. That was nice of them. I honestly can’t say I’m too interested in the stuff they wanted to show me, but they’re showing me things that are important to them, and I get some stories to tell Jack and the girls, so… it was alright. We went to Hollywood… I saw the famous hollywood sign. I never thought I’d see that in person. There was a surprising amount of snow on the hills above.
They took me to see some of the famous places, like Rodeo drive, the Chinese theater, the walk of stars, all that stuff. I… don’t really understand. Why is that interesting? At one point Rebecca started squealing, and I looked around – apparently there was some celebrity walking by. Tom Cruise or something? I dunno. Anyway, she was fangirling all over and I just looked confused, I guess.
Because he walked over to me.
He asked me how I was doing and asked if I wanted a picture with him. I guess… celebrities are like cats. They’re attracted to people that don’t fangirl all over them. Rebecca was pretty much jumping around and squealing, but he barely acknowledged her. So… I guess I got a picture with Tom Cruise, or someone. Rebecca was in the picture too – he wasn’t a jerk about it. He just didn’t seem to be too much of a fan of all the squealing.
Then… I can’t believe this… he and Robert shook hands and he asked how Robert was doing. Robert said fine, how’s the latest film? They actually shot the breeze for a few minutes, and then Tom or whoever went on his way.
Rebecca looked at Robert like he grew a third head. “You KNOW him?”
“Yeah, he’s a client, we had to work with him for an ad.”
“OH MY GOD I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SOOOOOOO COOL!!!!!”
Truth be told… I still don’t know who that was.
But anyway… worst part was there were some paparazzi around, so… just great. Beth’s gonna be sooooo jelly. And all I really did was stand there.
Anyway, it was fun, I guess. We had lunch at a diner in Hollywood, and then we just kind of drove around and saw a few sights. Rebecca is… ummm… not like any of my friends. She’s not a bad girl. I can tell. But she’s a little like a character on “clueless”. Not dumb by any means, but a little spoiled and used to her rather cushy life. While we were asking she asked me about Texas. She asked me if… cashmere came from cashmeres. You know, like leather comes from cows.
I said… “I really don’t think so.”
“Hmm…” she said. “Have you ever ridden a horse?”
“I’m actually kinda good at it,” I said.
“We’re going to have to go horse riding then!”, she said. “I love horses! They’re so… sooo…. horsey!”
I guess they are, at that. I can’t think of a better word to describe them.
She’s not dumb. She really isn’t. I don’t want y’all to think she is. She’s just… in her own world, and it’s not the same world as mine. I live in a land of cowboy hats and ranchers and flat land and y’all and all that. She lives in a land of mountains and big houses and nice cars and horses and fancy clothes. It’s just how it is. She doesn’t know my world.
I want her to come to Texas. And I think she wants to come as well.
I told her about sky as far as the eye could see and sagebrush and cows next to freeways and HEB and all sorts of texasey things. And she was, actually, enthralled. It’s not that she isn’t interested… she just didn’t know there was a world outside her comfortable life.
She was also really curious about Japan but that’s a whole nother story and this is already pretty long. She told me she loves my eyes and hair, it’s so…. exotic. I might have been offended, but… she wasn’t being racist. She really meant it.
Anyway, it was a pretty good day, I guess. I wasn’t so sure about it, and the whole celebrity culture thing wasn’t interesting, but it’s… nice to see how people live that aren’t me. y’know?
I checked in with Sabby and told her to check the tabloids in a couple of days, to see if the paparazzi do something stupid. She laughed and said “only you, Lily.” I told her everything’s fine so far, they’re treating me well, it’s, just… a different culture entirely.
I don’t think I could ever really get used to it.