A Whisper and a Smile

I had dinner last nite at , The Whisper Lounge inside the Grove AND damn! that Ribye Steak and fluffy mash potatoes would make Martha Stewart and all the great Chefs do a double taste!

While dining, a friend and I couldn't help but notice the attractive waitress who seemed way different from the usual LA waiters types. You know, the starving artist and valley girl with blond extensions and fake or about to be fake boobs who are being over polite cause your tip could definitely affect how much gas goes in their car for the next audition, or if DWP will keep the lights on to study their next script. (Now I know not every waitress is blonde and fake just flow with me-LOL)

Whisper Lounge is definitely the place to go when u have had a long arduous day of shopping and your belly starts raging in acidic flow. If you don't stop and eat, U might not be the best person to say hello to! The ambiance is calm, secluded, Morroccan type lighting is so dimmed that U think the lights might just go off and then they will supply you with bed linens! Egyptian Cotton Sheets, 800 thread count, please) www.whisperloungela.com (they don't do that but it's not a bad idea)

The indoor patio allows you to experience the dining areas with larger than life windows that open wide and tall to let that summer breeze glide on in and kiss your cheek while you sip on your Chocolate Martini or Pelligrino with Lime. Keep sipping and you might happen to see Sara Jessica Parker shopping across the way or Kobe Bryant walking toward the upscale jeweler for another chunk size diamond ring for his wife, -LOL

So back to the waitress that was just a joy to be served by. We started chatting about hair, the ent. industry, D.C. where she's from and Chicago, my hometown. I told her that when I decided to straighten my hair I wanted a style similar to hers. The refreshing part about our talk, was when I asked her if her stylist does weaves, she replied "girl, what do you think I am wearing?"

Now that was not a common remark I would get from an aspiring beautiful actress her in LA. Plus she gave me the stylist info! Now that is how this world should be ........not hoarders of info. People generally don't like to share info, contacts or anything that would make them allow another to advance. Unless of course, you have a previous relationship or are having intimate relations ( You rub their back they massage yours). U know I am not lying this is Tinsel Town!

The waitress and I got into the conversation of entertainment and I told her about my blog and living with Vitiligo. Interestingly and very surprising to me, she said "when you were reading the wine list and then put your hands on your face, I looked at your hands and thought to myself..she has such beautiful hands!"

Now you know, I was totally surprised that she would even give my hands that much thought. So, I am starting to realize that my Vitiligo is taking on a new meaning to me. I am now becoming a walking art form and she is the 3rd person that has said that my hands are nice.
I asked the waitress why did she think they were nice, and I think she said because of the pigment discoloration and the design. not in those exact words.

Mind you, that a 15 year old girl just last week was talking to me and softly picked up my right hand. As she rubbed her hand across the back of mine, she told me the white spots on my hands were a work of art and that they were beautiful.

All I can think of is, that it is a clear sign of improvement and fusion of how being different can create value and become a conversation piece in a positive light in our society! Of course, I cannot be modest and must say that my personality played a very big role in making people feel comfortable in opening up to me. :-)

Now all I need is an Agent, a network studio to bring to life my blog and let my personality shine like LA has never seen before... ...Chicago style!

Thanks for taking time out to read today!

Maia