The OC or "fun with quotation marks"
Well I've been gone from the OC long enough not to hate, and just enjoy myself seeing it through "tourist" eyes.
My girlfriend grew up in hippy Oregon, so taking her to Downtown Disney was fun. She was overwhelmed at all the commercialism and consumerism swimming around her. I got to explain that living in Southern California was like living in a giant mall, and she understood.
We also tried on funny hats.
We went down for my friend "z" and "a"'s wedding. It was a pretty wedding. It was very hot outside. besides my girlfriend's "near death experience" it was very nice. It is also a strange thing. z and a have been together so long they already are married in a way. Now it's just Official.
I was shocked to see who the photographer was at the wedding. "z" was still in touch with the same guy who had ruined my car, and every other employee of Diedrichs who let him, by allowing him to "fix" some problem. He hammered something into my engine. I remember yelling at him about it at the time and him being like " its ok, its supposed to fit in there" and something falling out the bottom and him saying " you don't need that". Another friend reminded me that that same photographer had also used a hammer when "fixing" her brakes. The same photographer who kept nude pictures of himself in the back of his car and showed them to anyone if something they said reminded him of the "funny" story that led up to the photos being taken. He even had them in wallet size. The same photographer who told me being gay is a choice, similar to picking a favorite color. You may like that color, he said, but you are not born liking that color.
Besides that everything was sweet. I got to see Wendyismyname. It has been a very very very long time. I am glad she's dating the person she's dating, because he is really really rad.
I saw some old friends "c" and "J" from Highschool.
and of course, i drank with theothersara.
I finally got my parents to put in a vegetable garden. It took a crazy amount of arm twisting. They'll thank me when they're eating a salad with the cucumbers, lettuce, and tomatoes they grew themselves.
And finally, we went to the beach.
More pictures are on my flickr.
My girlfriend grew up in hippy Oregon, so taking her to Downtown Disney was fun. She was overwhelmed at all the commercialism and consumerism swimming around her. I got to explain that living in Southern California was like living in a giant mall, and she understood.
We also tried on funny hats.
We went down for my friend "z" and "a"'s wedding. It was a pretty wedding. It was very hot outside. besides my girlfriend's "near death experience" it was very nice. It is also a strange thing. z and a have been together so long they already are married in a way. Now it's just Official.
I was shocked to see who the photographer was at the wedding. "z" was still in touch with the same guy who had ruined my car, and every other employee of Diedrichs who let him, by allowing him to "fix" some problem. He hammered something into my engine. I remember yelling at him about it at the time and him being like " its ok, its supposed to fit in there" and something falling out the bottom and him saying " you don't need that". Another friend reminded me that that same photographer had also used a hammer when "fixing" her brakes. The same photographer who kept nude pictures of himself in the back of his car and showed them to anyone if something they said reminded him of the "funny" story that led up to the photos being taken. He even had them in wallet size. The same photographer who told me being gay is a choice, similar to picking a favorite color. You may like that color, he said, but you are not born liking that color.
Besides that everything was sweet. I got to see Wendyismyname. It has been a very very very long time. I am glad she's dating the person she's dating, because he is really really rad.
I saw some old friends "c" and "J" from Highschool.
and of course, i drank with theothersara.
I finally got my parents to put in a vegetable garden. It took a crazy amount of arm twisting. They'll thank me when they're eating a salad with the cucumbers, lettuce, and tomatoes they grew themselves.
And finally, we went to the beach.
More pictures are on my flickr.