24 Hours in Long Beach

I went down to the LBC, as it's called, to visit Ryan Mendoza and his girlfriend Erin, my first two official friends in the LA area. I strolled up to their place around 1 pm, traded stories about dysfunctional appliances (their dishwasher, my fridge) and what a pain in the ass moving is. Then, we headed off to the OC for crab and beer.

I was pretty blown away by the reality of Orange County. Having seen numerous TV shows, movies, and reality crapola, I found it all to be...true. It's the California you've heard about, largely unchanged since 60's surf songs and beach movies. Tan bodies, surfboards, SUVs filled with recreating youngsters and oldsters. Sadly, I didn't take any of my own pics, so hopefully this one I found on Google will suffice:



We hung out at a bar for a while (crowded, at 3:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday) and then head back to their place for some bbq. We sat out on the porch, gazed upon all the while by the voyeuristic pooch living next door:



Great times were had by all, especially myself, as my silly, strangely loquacious ass was filled with food and beer. Thanks again, guys; next time, it's maccarroni and Budweiser at my place.