Since it was our last day there, it was, of course, the most beautiful. We still had not been to Beverly Hills, so we chose to do one of those tours to see the stars’ homes.
The tour left from the Chinese Theater, so we bought our tickets and looked around while waiting for our scheduled tour, which was at 4:00. The bus boarded a bit late, and finally, around 20 minutes later, our tourguide showed up. Our hearts sank and we could hear the distant sound of our $30 being flushed down the toilet as soon as she spoke: of all of the tourguides working for the whole company, we had the good fortune to get Ricky Ricardo’s less coherent sister. It took us about three repetitions to figure out that when she said Murph Gribon, she meant Merv Griffin (she even spelled it out for us: “M – E – R – Victor” which was what made it sink in). She was incomprehensible, which was frustrating, but the a-holes sitting in front of use were making fun of her so loudly that she started apologizing for her accent every fifth word, which made me feel bad about being angry about not understanding her in the first place.
We got to see Aaron Spelling’s house, Richard Gere’s House, Leo DeCaprio’s house, Patrick Swayze’s house, Angelina Jolie’s, Mel Gibson’s (who, as the guide editorialized, is a good boy because he’s had seven children with the same wife) and a bunch of former homes of now deceased stars like Marilyn, Frankie and Deano. She took us through Rodeo Drive and Melrose and then back to the Theater.
After the tour, we headed back to VJ’s apartment to get ready to go out to dinner. We decided on the Bottle Inn, an Italian place in Hermosa Beach, to celebrate the last night of our vacation. The food was excellent, the atmosphere was perfect, and thanks to our corporate sponsor, so was that lovely bottle of wine from a small vineyard in Napa Valley. It was the perfect end to the trip.