As you might have guessed, it didn't sit well in my stomach. I recall telling my older sister "I'm gonna throw up," only to have her scream "noooooooooooo" and make a scene. Sadly, dear sister, I did throw up. Three times. I managed to deposit most of it into the airline-provided barf bags. The vomiting was over as the plane touched down at LAX. Below is my first diary entry after landing in CA.
As you read above in my diary entry " I smelt so bad" which was completely true. I tried to change my outfit at the airport, but I couldn't find the key to my suitcase. My family was greeted by Mr. Leslie (who I mentioned in a previous post), the butler/driver for the owners of the house we were staying at. He arrived to pick us up in a limo with black windows. I remember his look of horror when I met him for the first time. I think it was the visible vomit on my green & pink Izod Lacoste shirt. He took my suitcase and said "Welcome to California". I was understandably embarrassed and I recall being a shade of red for the next hour. While driving back to the house in Bel Air, Mr. Leslie pointed out places of interest. I'm sure that he was hoping that we would rent a car so he wouldn't have to drive us for our entire visit. Smart man. And we did. He would say "Ahhh yes, Mr and Mrs, this is Hughes supermarket...for food shopping. They have everything you need." I'm pretty sure it was called Hughes and it was on the corner of Santa Monica and Beverly Glen. I LOVED going food shopping with my Mom. It was our thing.
Shortly after we got to the house, I changed and we went to lunch in Santa Monica. I wish I could remember where we went. I do recall my mother saying she knew it was a sign of a good restaurant because the bread was so good. And then it happened. I had my first celebrity sighting. In walked "Mr. Roarke" from Fantasy, Island, Ricardo Montalbán. But even better, soon after that LARRY from Three's Company also arrived. I was thrilled.
Mr. Leslie ended up taking my Mom food shopping later that day. She asked me if I wanted to go and I said no. I was a mess, it was my first case of jet-lag and I was just too tired. I would live to regret not going to Hughes -- probably the biggest regret in my 13 years of living. When she and Mr. Leslie returned from the market, she was glowing. It was probably the giddiest I had ever seen her. "What's with you?" I asked as I snagged the Chips Ahoy out of the grocery bag. She gathered us all to announce that she saw Stephanie Powers from "Hart to Hart" (one of my favorite shows), "Isaac Your Bartender" (Ted Lange) from the "Love Boat"(who later in my life I met and had him direct a movie I wrote...) AND Adrienne Barbeau from "Maude", "The Fog" and "Cannonball Run." I curse you jet lag!
Please note how I end my diary entry. "Until tomorrow baby." It hadn't even been twenty four hours and I was saying things like "until tomorrow and baby". The next night we went to Chasen's in Beverly Hills. I remember hearing it was pretty fancy. So I put on my favorite skirt, red and white striped shirt and my brand new never worn white capezios. I was a sight!
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