Miss Euro Blogger - Bursting the Bubble

The biggest regret I ever had when meeting a real ‘star’ was my near-stalker history with British megastar singer Robbie Williams. I had been a fan of his since his Take That days. I was into bad boys during my teenage years. Looking back, it was an overrated species. I had heard that Robbie bought a house somewhere on Mulholland Drive – a long and winding road in the Santa Monica Mountains. I didn’t feel like spending my weekends driving up and down Mulholland Drive on the off-chance of seeing Robbie behind a fence. However, when I learned that he and his amateur soccer club, L.A. Vale, were going to play every Thursday at a Santa Monica High School just a few streets from my apartment, I knew what I had to do: charge my video and photo cameras! I was excited beyond belief! I asked a coworker, who had never heard of him before, to come with me to the soccer game to perform CPR in case I pass out. Robbie Williams was, unlike anywhere else in the world, not a household name in the U.S....

Los Angeles has a particular way of making everyone feel special - even if you are not famous. At every restaurant the car is parked FOR you. You don't have to be the one spending 20 minutes circling the neighborhood and trying to squeeze into a tiny spot. Sure you pay for it and give tip on top of that but you save yourself time and stress. Totally worth it! The same is an option at shopping malls. Just turn onto the valet lane and I nice man in uniform will open the door for you and wish you an enjoyable day. In Beverly Hills there was even a Starbucks with valet parking. Genius! When you go to the hairdresser, you can choose between coffee, water or a glass of champagne. Sometimes you even get a free hand massage while you wait. At the nail salon, the chair is so big and comfy that the built-in massage options make you doze off. Even shopping is a very pleasant experience. Clients never walk around with their hands full of clothes or wait in line at the fitting rooms. No, ...