Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

Ah. Newport Beach. Where the rich frolic and sunbathe and tote around their yappy, little dogs in monogram bags.

I simply adore it.

My new friend, Lily, and I had a great time today. We brunched in Balboa Island amid a sea of old yachters and their botoxed brides. We wore our sunglasses the whole time and refused to give autographs. Though, for the most part, everyone was oblivious to our fame.

Newport Beach (especially Balboa Island) is heaven. People walk a little slower and a little less intentioned. I like to think it's because they're basking in the glorious sunshine...but they're probably just weighed down from the gobs of money in their pockets. I mean, fo' real, y'all.

After a delightful brunch and a slow stroll, we went to the deliciously anticipated Fashion Island. We were a little disappointed when we found Fashion Island to be just an ordinary ol' mall. When we spotted Gap, we knew we hadn't quite landed in the paradise we'd hoped for.

And, so we continued south.

Laguna Beach! We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping, strolling and trying to spot Stephen. We were successful at two of three. Hey, you can't have it all. Which, incidentally, is not the motto of Laguna Beach. In case you were wondering.

So, another beautifully sunny day in California has ended.

Perhaps tomorrow will bring me a few more of those champagne wishes and caviar dreams...