Perhaps it is the nature of being landlocked by film and television studios. Perhaps it is in my DNA, having a face like Audrey Hepburn and body like Marilyn Monroe… or the fact that Marilyn herself once graced this Old Hollywood haunt and met fellow stars over cocktails like ‘The Ruby Slipper’ sipper that I clutch in my hand.
Whatever it may be, I am elated when spending a fine afternoon in the Culver Hotel with my dear friend and fellow old soul, Mari Makatsaria.
Vintage motion pictures are projected on the walls of their swanky cocktail bar while I drape the flared skirt of my plunging v-neck gown on a velvety chaise. My fantasy then and there is that some dashing Gregory Peck type will come and attempt to charm me into an adventure of sorts like in some 1940s film.
To which I’d reply: “Excuse me, sir please refrain from speaking to me until I’ve finished enjoying my cocktail.” I’d then take a sip from the ruby liquid, almost the same tone as my red lips and print scarf, and continue about my evening.
I digress from these thoughts as I continue to take in the surroundings of the once John Wayne-owned establishment: the cherry-wood bar lined with green marble and spirits. The shelf of books that I’m tempted to peruse. The Persian rug beneath my white wedges. The grand yet cozy fireplace that would serve me well if it were drafty rather than boiling hot out.
No matter. The Culver Hotel is a time machine to a world that constantly romances me. I dress the part of a Roman Holiday, Versace hair pin and ascot included. I await my vespa. But for now, I will be content to the Time Capsule of Old Hollywood that is the Culver Hotel.
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