BIGGER. (If you can imagine!).
I don’t know if I would’ve paired those sandals with that dress. But then again I wasn’t a candle in the wind, bigger than life, literally, which I suppose was the artist’s point, right? Plus, you’re not going to find those slingbacks at Zappos, not in that size anyway… what, a fifty seven and a half? Stand here a while and you’ll see people line up to have their picture taken, until eventually some dude comes along insisting to his girlfriend (a man/woman pair here is rarer than you might expect) that she photograph him looking up that dress. Haha. Dude that was soo out-of-the-box clever of you, nobody has ever thought of that, you’re the first one! He rushes to grab the phone from his girlfriend, anxious to review the picture, can’t wait to Facebook it, leaving his girlfriend to suffer the ignominy of onlookers. Right behind them in line imagine if you will a couple, two dudes this time, with a precious little Skye Terrier that suddenly slips its rhinestone collar and is headed for Marilyn’s leg as one of them scurries — yes, men wearing skinny jeans scurry — after it shouting in a thin, wispy voice, “Oh dear, Princess, no! Princess come!”
What a place. People queue up on the sidewalk waiting to get into the Tutti Frutti. You can not make this stuff up. Date Palms line roads unimaginatively named Date Palm Road. You expect more from people whose sole job it is to name streets in a place that I swear to God feels like the set on the Truman Show. Sans the coastal aspect. Drier than a penny stuck in a blow dryer here.
It reminds me a bit of Santa Fe but less interesting on its face. Less expensive, too, so far as I can tell; a 2-bdrm condo on a golf course inside a walled-in community with a view of the mountains, ~$160K. I’ve no idea what the HOA dues are but they can’t be negligible given the army of Mexican groundskeepers. Hey, just reporting what I see.
Tomorrow, after work, Otis and I will venture into the lower reaches of the surrounding mountains. Be especially careful of the blue hairs, my taxi driver said, they’re out there.