Ever since I saw a copy of the Beverly Hills Courier while walking my dog the other day, I’ve been really excited over an event called “Snow 90210 Rodeo” (or, as I named it, “9021-Snow”). Rodeo Drive was closed for three hours tonight and 20 snow machines were brought in to create a winter wonderland.
I’ve been talking about this nonstop for the last couple days because when I get an idea in my head, I get a little obsessive about it (case in point: this blog).
So tonight, at 6:00, I set out with my camera, my knee high boots, and a heart full of holiday cheer.
As I walked over, I spoke with two women who were on their way to the gym. How could they go to the gym, I asked, when there was snow to be played in? Did they have no sense of childlike wonder? They laughed and edged away from me as we crossed the street.
As I turned the corner onto Rodeo, I noticed something was amiss. The snow didn’t fall quite right. It floated gracelessly. Some flakes clumped together. That’s when I realized: it wasn’t snow at all.
It was snowing soap suds.
I was told there would be snow, not Dawn. Winter wonderland fail, Rodeo Drive Committee.
There were horse drawn carriages driven by some of the most miserably unhappy people I’ve ever seen. I don’t have any pictures because it seemed kind of wrong to take photos of the drivers, given the expressions of loathing on their faces. This might have been because not a single pedestrian had the good sense to get out of the way of the carriages, so wranglers had to shoo people onto sidewalks when the carriages went by.
I’d managed to get dressed and leave the apartment, so I didn’t want the evening to be a total waste. Just as I was getting sick of wandering around brushing soap suds out of my hair, I stumbled upon one of my greatest dirty pleasures: fur protests.
I’m not a completely horrible person. Let me explain.
I’m not a fur person. I don’t wear real (or even faux) fur. It’s not an ethical thing – I own a lot of leather – I just don’t find fur all that appealing. I just want to make that clear.
In sum: I might have followed them down two blocks, giggling like a fool, watching them get progressively hoarser while yelling at store employees who don’t have any influence over their store’s products. They also ignored the poor enslaved horses being driven past them.
But the fur protest wasn’t the only thing that raised my spirits after such a massive disappointment. Here are some other things that I saw tonight which made an otherwise lackluster (and snowless) evening worthwhile.
I’ve been a moderately decent girl despite the fact that I find fur protests wildly amusing.
I know it doesn’t fit the rhyme scheme or cadence, but I figure it’s a little more accurate than “I’ve been an awful good girl.”
In sum: no snow, but at least Prada makes pretty shoes.