Spotted at breakfast with friends:
I haven’t been to Orange Circle in about five years. It’s nice to see that not much has changed. It’s still the kind of place that makes you feel all interesting for knowing about it even thought it doesn’t actually mean you are interesting at all. It just means that you shop at odd places and buy things that were probably once owned by people who were much more unique than you.
I always feel like I should dress differently when I go there. I need to wear a cotton dress with puffed sleeves and black, patent leather mary-janes to be allowed in the stores. But I never do. I’m not sure I can pull off patent leather mary-janes.
One thing has changed though: there are two Starbucks within 100 yards of each other. If you get a coffee on one side of the circle and then walk VERY slowly to the other side of the circle, sipping quickly, you can purchase another coffee before that terrible moment when you tip back your cup only to find it’s empty. That’s always a sad time. Then you can walk around the circle again and do it all over! I don’t know what you call this kind of place, but I call it Nirvana.
You know what’s awesome about small towns? One day you are driving along, minding your own business, when you spy something out of the corner of your eye.
Something like this:
And you realize that if you lived in Orange County or LA or any one of the million and one cities you could be living in, you would never in a million years be able to pull over to the side of the road and take three thousand pictures of a bunch of rocks stacked on top of each other.
Sure, there is a serious lack of Sushi ’round these parts. But hey- you can’t have everything.