Lauren G.
Yelp
Before I ever even had the thought of moving to Los Angeles, my parents and I would often drive to LA - reasons range from my Mom wanted to go to a specific mall, my Mom wanted to see her sister who lived in Newport Beach until she passed away, I wanted to go to something I read about or whatever, when I was 15 and called the Dr. Phil show even though I hate him; however, my Mother who was an actual surgeon, loved Dr. Phil and when I heard he was doing a show on my Mother's Birthday, I called non-stop after getting the three tickets, I kept harassing the phone lines until I got through to Dr. Phil and requested for my Father, Mother, and I to be seated in the first row on his show for my Mom's 70th birthday and if he could call her up and hug her and tell her Happy Birthday. He agreed (since when your an invincible teenager you believe you are able to do everything), other reasons include: my Granny needed to play in the Celebrity Golf Games with her always-partner, Clint Eastwood, more shopping, we always stayed at the Beverly Hills Hotel where I would have an adjacent suite which was right next to my parents' room so that my Mom could request a door unlocked between us or one where they'd give her the key to the door between us, also this is a good one- my Mom and Jennifer Lopez were in a limo together going from the hotel to the mall and they got along so well that they spent the day with her, shopping without my Mom having the slightest clue who she was in general, my Mom met us back at the hotel in a lounge outside with her sitting, laughing and she waived us over and my Dad said, "our, she's got to be kidding us, but in an annoyed way - they exchanged information and my Dad and I were laughing and she kept saying, "What?" and we were both like you have no idea who that lady is... She said, "Oh, we met on the way over to Newport Beach and we were going to the same taste and she was also super sexy, we got along so well that we spent the whole day together having the best time. We had lunch; and before you say anything, yes, of course, I paid because I could never do that to a young person, although, she kept insisting. We are both Leos!". Most of all, we drove those easy five hours to LA and head straight to Fashion Island in Orange County, to what is known as the second largest mall in America - Fashion Island, behind only the Mall of America in Minnesota. My Mom was always happy to put down her Black Card and we'd shop together and buy it all. I love this Mall so much because, well, who doesn't, who wouldn't, it has every store you have ever known and there are rides and, at least for us women, it's a very happy place we have here on this Earth (don't et me segway into a Tiesto song).
