I guess it takes a new set of eyes to really recognize stuff around you. As my friend was on her way over tonight, she noticed an interesting pattern in the street names on the way into our neighborhood:
Camel. Salem. Kent. Viceroy. The god damn streets in my neighborhood are named after CIGARETTE BRANDS. I shit you not. How awesome is that? Wait, don't answer, I already know- it's fuckin awesome.
Ok, I'm gonna have to start catalogging these. This is what happens when a city goes up quickly. It's obvious from the grid layout of the city how quickly it actually did go up, and the street names are just a consequence of that. This is just on the other side of the freeway from my house:
Orwell, Keats, Kipling, Huxley, Lawrence... all authors. It's too bad the house numbers are all in the 8000's here, otherwise there could be a 1984 Orwell Ave. Google Maps says there isn't, but I'm gonna have to check for myself just to make sure.
Universe, Galaxy, Mars, Venus, et cetera... how about telling the pizza guy you live on the corner of Universe and Galaxy?! Un fucking real!
I knew I should stop my digging. I live on De Ville Circle, and there's a Landau Lane and a Savoy Circle all near each other. What do they all have in common? All related to old cars. Our street is named after a frickin Cadillac. Now that's pimp.