The Millennials help the Rapidly Aging SJG get around the
swanky-swanky new Century City mall.
All I can say is, it's so important to have a couple of younger brains with you when you decide to navigate the billion-dollar behemoth that is the newly renovated CC mall.
And I needed all the help I could get yesterday, starting with the parking situation. Right up front, I warned Chloe, "I'm taking photos of wherever I park so I can remember where the bleep we are." "No problem," she said, in her delightfully French way, declining my suggestion that she pose by the car. Our first destination: Eataly, a gourmet maze-like food-a-rama, perfect for those who enjoy waiting in line forever. We entered on the first level, walked around, oohing and aahing at the expensive veggies and pastries and whatever else is there, I can't remember; then we walked upstairs and admired the cheeses and pastas and whatever else is there, I can't remember. Then I looked over the balcony and saw the level below, and said, "Oh, look, there's another level. We should go down there and look around." Chloe smiled at me, charitably. "Well, we just came from there." "Oh my God, you're right. I'm losing my mind. Thank God you're with me."
Later the youngest son met us for lunch and escorted his befuddled ma and charming sister-in-law to Nordstroms, mainly because I kept saying, "Where is it? Where?" Then he returned to work, leaving Chloe in charge of me. Her next job was to help me figure out how to pay for parking and leave without incident. Mission accomplished. Woo-hoo. So, to you, Gigantic Century City Mall, I say Mazel Tov on your major expansion. Enjoy it in good health. You are now the the biggest, most glammiest ever. No offense, but I plan to continue shopping at my humble Sherman Oaks mall, where I never get lost. At least, not yet.
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