Monday, July 11, 2005

Musings on Orange County

I used to live there, actually, between the ages of 10 and 13, in Los Alamitos. The biggest draw at the time was that it was only a few miles down Katella from Disneyland. My wedding on Saturday was decidely far from there, in Mission Viejo. Everything went great, my interns were wonderful. Did what they were told, asked helpful, inciteful questions, asked if they could do more, and were very, very cool. From know on, I'm always gonna get magnet students for interns! I asked them what they learned, and Kristine said: "There's a lot to keep track of, and everything goes really fast, and sometimes people are mean for no reason." Sounds a lot like life, if you ask me. The groom is japanese-american, his parents used to live in Brazil, and he met his bride while teaching english in Japan. His mother was shocked that I knew that there is a large japanese population in Brazil. I know stuff.

The odd thing about hanging out in Orange County is that I saw not one, not two, but three teenagers with rings through their lower lips. THREE. All within an hour of each other, none of them together. Boredom still runs supreme in the OC, I see. Rest assured, I implored Kim and Kristine to get out of there for college. UCLA or Berkeley, or out of state or something. Anything. Just go. 'Cause you can always come back if you want.
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