Rich Women Wear Scarves

A couple weeks ago I went to the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco for an event.  And let me just preface by saying that this hotel was nothing like anything I had ever seen before.  It made the Four Seasons look like a 2-star hotel.  It made the architecture of the Louvre look juvenile.  It basically just made every other hotel look like shit.

Luckily I had a moment to sit in the front foyer and enjoy the spectacular views and man, was I in for a treat.  The most spectacular thing happened.  I sat down in one of their chairs and…no that’s just it… I sat down in one of their chairs and OH my freaking gosh the second my butt hit the chair it was like the most breath-taking experience of my life… like all the planets were suddenly aligned.  Okay so maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration…but you catch my drift… I have NEVER, in my ENTIRE sheltered life, experienced a chair that lovely.  It’s like it was professionally engineered for ultimate butt comfort.  As I sat in this chair, more than 100% satisfied, and reveling in all its glory, it suddenly all made sense…No wonder people spend $700 a night for this hotel!  The chair alone, is worth every cent!  If they put chairs like this in the foyer, I can’t even imagine what they put in the rooms!…there’s probably diamond encrusted toilets…Or gold-plated coffee cups or…well ok you catch my drift.

If I was a guest staying there, I’d say screw San Francisco, I’m doing some sightseeing in the hotel today!  As I was sitting there creepily watching guests check in or leave, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities in their clothing.  The women, wear scarves…even though it is not cold here.  And they were jeans…  I know you might be thinking to yourself, okay whats so cool about that? But somehow I just felt like anyone staying in this hotel should be wearing formal ball gowns and white gloves when they check in.

Suddenly I had a eureka moment…I’ll explain what I’m talking about.  Have any of you watched The O.C episode in the first season when Ryan meets his restaurant coworker, Donnie?  Donnie tells Ryan that people in Newport are a freak show, wanting their “thirty dollar entrees on plastic plates and their sixty dollar bottles of wine in plastic cups…welcome to Newport where things only appear to be casual.”  Up until now those lines confused me…but now I get it.  People here where jeans to fancy occasions and they wear lululemon pants to hang out with friends.  When I stepped outside for a moment of beautiful sunshine a limo pulled up to the front of the hotel.  I of course was hoping for a celebrity, maybe Brad Pitt…or Arnold Schwarzenegger…I would have even settled for Donald Trump, but instead a young guy in casual pants and a plain cotton polo shirt emerged.  The only time I’ve seen a young person in a limo is for prom (but that couldn’t have been the reason because he wasn’t wearing a suit and he was too old to be in high school) or a funeral (but that also couldn’t have been it because he seemed way too happy for that to be the case).  Perhaps it was a bachelor party?  But there were no tigers in the hotel…that I saw  at least…so I’m left to believe that perhaps it was just a regular Saturday…why not ride in style!

Fortunately, I have been lucky enough to stay in some pretty nice hotels in my life, including The Four Seasons, The Hyatt, and many others, but compared to the Fairmont, it’s as if I have only stayed in squalor!  There’s an unbelievable relaxed vibe here that allows the juxtaposition between fancy and casual seem more than okay.  In fact, I’m beginning to think it’s pretty freaking awesome, if you ask me.  People hang out with friends wearing lululemon pants and exercise tops.  It’s comfortable, convenient, exercise stylish…and I think I like it.  And trust me, I never thought there would be a day when I would support wearing clothes that are comfortable…because you know what they say…comfortable=ugly.  But for some reason, California just makes me want to break my own rules.

So the moral of the story is…if you’re ever in San Francisco, check out the Fairmont.  It’s worth it just for the chair-sitting experience, believe me.  So forget about Alcatraz or the Golden Gate bridge…who really gives a shit about all that anyways?  The Fairmont hotel is the ultimate tourist extraction…or at least it should be.

So stay comfortable.

Do what you want to do.

Break your own rules.

And remember to read my blog.


J. Molly

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