«You’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far… cause you know it don’t matter anyway, you can rely on the old man’s money… you can rely on the old man’s money…» I’m actually back in Los Angeles for a few days, visting family & friends and paying respects to my Uncle… and for some reason that song popped into my head when I arrived at the pool this morning. I was up bright & early, high desert temperature rising and I wanted to get some exercise before it got too HOT. So I walked the ¼ mi from my parent’s place to the pool at 9am, and there were already people there! Rich Girls! Or so i’m guessing. The Mercedes parked outside suggested so. They couldn’t have been a day over 20. Why aren’t they in school? Or sleeping off a hangover or a cocaine binge with Paris Hilton? Sheesh. So now i’m forced to swim my laps(all junior olympic fifteen of them) in the presence of these girls. While i’m in good shape, I haven’t done the lap thing in well over a year. I felt like such a loser when I stopped half way & was struggling to catch my breath! I can only imagine what was being said as my head was underwater. They were probably talking about how cool this community pool actually is – great view of Valencia Country Club, Fireplace, BBQ, Spa & tons of space. Nah… who am I kidding? They weren’t. I’m guessing they were talking about the newest Coach bag or D&G sunglasses. Oh well… I got my exercise & now i’m off to Santa Monica /Venice for the afternoon.
