March 8th: Head to Manhattan Beach Beach, where I am reminded of episodes of Rocket Power as we stroll along the Pacific. We stop/ stay for 3 hours at “Cantina Real” in Hermosa Beach for chips, salsa, girl talk (actual chit chat, not the DJ), and margaritas served with neon pink straws.
Back at the Persian Palace, Daniel berates us with questions as to whether or not we are Jewish, and we drive to “Cecconi’s” on the corner of Robertson and Melrose, a restaurant frequented by Randy, Simon, and Valentina Monte. Melissa, Libby’s roommate and one of my Bay State lovies meets up with us, it is so great to drive down the 405 with someone who TWEETS! @melissaraffalow, you complete me. Joanna stops by too! (she looks fab, is stoked to be moving out to LA at long last, and it is SO GREAT to see her!)
Cecconi’s also has tuna tar tare on the menu, so OBVS that plate stays in front of me, while Whittney et al binges on some white wine she’s always raving about. “We’re really swanky,” Libby verbalizes what we already have learned.