Two similar threads yet neither snoops around into the backyard of the royalty. I'll just use this thread instead of creating another...
I've a luxury flat in Fuerteventura -- sentimental. Very sentimental. I purchased it for my parents shortly after graduating college. They have passed on and I've kept it as they have left it. I have a nice home in Cape Cod where I go to watch my friends lose several hundred dollar frisbees in the Sound -- purchased after being introduced to Martha's Vineyard by my parents.
I have a flat in the UK, it comes in handy when visiting the wife's family. I purchased an unused commercial building in Bucuresti that I've turned into a very nice suite. My Romanian friends have confiscated it. (It's near the hospital where many of them are doctors and it affords them down time while being on call) I still own my original home (a glorified closet says my sister) that I purchased fresh out of college after landing my grad school sports car of a spaceship in Silicon Valley. I currently live on the East Coast with my newly wed wife, and my siblings and I own beach property on the East Coast that has been in the family for decades. However, owning several homes doesn't put you into an exclusive club -- just a higher tax bracket.
I'm not a billionare. I'm not a multi-millionaire. Yet I do have several tens of millions of liquid assets lying around to play monopoly. Yet, where do the
real money hang out -- the truly exclusive, by birth or by stratospheric attainment? Certainly not in my social circles. I've met quite a few "rich" people. Silicon Valley is responsible for that. But where does real exclusivity hang out? I've seen lots of
famous people. But these are just millionaires. Where do people like Kings and Queens hang out? Billionaires?
One social hub I know of is St. Moritz, a very posh ski resort. I'm talking very posh. People throw money around there like its tainted with some version of the Andromeda Strain. You may see some of anybody there -- the
ordinarily rich and famous that is. But "surfs up" if you like hanging "cold ten." It's the best skiing you'll find -- there
is no second.
One of my favorite restaurants (and of my sisters) and well worth the cost, is Il Ristorante di Giorgio Baldi in Santa Monica - a very exclusive high end Italian restaurant. (I go straight for the Main lobster every time -- though I always order a new second dish to try.) If you want to see a star, eat there. It's their watering hole. Very good food. Beautiful ambiance. Espensive. But well worth it if you're looking to take that special someone on a romantic date -- or just the familiar company of either of your lovely sisters.
A very beautiful spot of heaven is Barbuda, in the Carribean. Princess Diana frequented it. A lot of the rich and famous do as well. One of my sisters honeymooned there. It truly is a
non cliche type of very lovely. From what I've seen, twenty five percent of the guests are very lucky bird watchers. My mother once said that "Barbuda should be held in as precious a memory as any old gems or stones."
These are all places that
I've frequented. Where do the real money go -- the billionaires, the Kings and Queens, the oil sheiks?
Some of my friends think I'm seeing these people, but I don't. Others of my friends
should be seeing these people, but
they don't. Sure, I've seen many Hollywood personalities. Just spend two hours dressing up for an evening at Giorgio Baldi for that. But where are the truly rich and famous?
It is interesting that success places what the snub nose sect snub for, into the reach of music artists, athletes, lottery winners, lucky investers, smart investers and the like. Which forces these people to create their own planet of exclusivity within the walls of their homes. Or on a private island or on their own floating ship.
Exactly how exclusive is Cosmos in the Honorverse? Where do the Hauptmans eat out? I can't imagine Klaus frequenting Cosmos. I can't even imagine Klaus as a member of the Cosmos Club on Old Earth --
though it'd be right down the line of his daughter.Where could I take a discreet photo of the image of Stacey Hauptman soaking in the rays of the sun on the beach -- or just soak up the image to be indeliby burned into my brain? And where does Elizabeth and Justin go to let down their hair -- to walk along the beach line with sand between their toes while wearing tattered and worn, yet quite comfortable, familiar old denim?
Even though these people represent the truly exclusive by nature -- they are still only human.
Note: Silicon Valley is not to be confused with Silicone Valley -- both being appendages of California.