We remember sleepy weekday evenings in the Cahuenga corridor when you could still find street parking and grab a martini for less than $10. Those days are as over as Spider Club, but what’s lost has been gained in swinging pendant lights and the refreshingly good sound system of the new spot called Sayers. References to the Edison and PDT are liberal, and It’s rare to find DJing or cocktailing this solid in Hollywood (anymore). We love the blitz on our tongue of the French75, a champagne flute drizzled with lemon juice and perfectly in beat with our Tuesday night.
The Beat
A Beat Shy of Shy
We’ve got a slight renovation going on. It’s the backyard, which is terra cotta stone and lovely, but the pool is kidney shaped and our inamourata is starting in with the big moves.
“Let’s move the wall back three feet into the hill, stick the pool heater in the other corner, and make everything grass” he says excitedly, hauling us outside.
“Ahh…” we stall, images in our head catching up. “Ants crawling up the lounge chair as we drink lemonade?”
“Or we could have grass on one side of the pool, concrete on the other” he continues.
“North and South Korea?” we offer.
“Well maybe one area of concrete with grass surrounding?”
“The Euro zone, with a donut hole called Switzerland.” This is very obvious to us.
“Ok, fine. What do you think?”
“Throw the heater in the corner, pave over the rock garden and the adjacent few feet, do the rest in grass, a zipline, please, and build a secret room in the hill.”
Bliss Hollywood
Happy 4th of July! Oh my. The brownies, the champagne, the smell of blood orange + white pepper. . . and a luxuriously satiating Elemis Tri-Enzyme Facial from our favorite Hollywood spa. This 60-minute resurfacing treatment brutalizes dead skin cells and restores hydration. The two peels were so swift and results-oriented that we could see a difference right after and overall improvement in skin clarity for nearly two weeks. A side benefit of this facial? The wonderful aromas of Elemis’s famed skincare line, with enough ginger and mint to revive the laziest of holiday afternoons.
It’s Monday Night
…latest crush is the Blood Orange + White Pepper body scrub and body butter from our friends at Bliss. What had started as a spa party favor this spring has turned into a tumultuous, raging Blood Orange habit we can’t pry ourselves from. Each evening the tasks (like shaving) that we stave off until the last possible nude photoshoot moment have become a bloody orange treat. So at this particular juncture in the week we’re settling in to a jacuzzi bath in the double tub, a glass of champagne from our haul of Mumm 187mL, and a satisfying lather of blood orange sugar scrub. Now maybe we’ll just have that lick…
Melting
Sipping a lemonade poolside at the Viceroy is as decadent as our rock’n’roll gets these days, but it’s the good smothering of heat that has us in fits and keeps us coming back. Pool etiquette is such that you’re not supposed to take the lounge chair next to someone if others are available (as in the movie theater, or train) but sometimes the good sun/shade is just one side of the pool. We’re not known as the shrinking wallflower (as a particular incident on last week’s plane flight confirms). So etiquette be damned, we’re sitting in the shady lounge chair with the lovely umbrella. Another lemonade, please…