Last Friday – a bunch of Mark’s co-workers took the afternoon off….the school-wide end of the year party….might as well go home early.
So we jammed down to Newport Beach.
We did lunch at Fashion Island and then a detour of Balboa Island.
It’s difficult to believe people live here…but they do. The homes by the dock probably run in the multi-million dollar range. Some of the homes had rental signs.
I told my honey – someday I’d get him a house out here. Yeah, I want to take care of my “doll-face”.
We walked on the sidewalk between the dock and the houses. It’s a heavenly lifestyle – with sunshine and ocean-breeze. Idyllic and un-real. Maybe inside – parents bitch about the bills and the insane amount of money to keep up apperances. Maybe senior citzens crab about the noise from rude and noisy tourists who like to walk by their Balboa homes.
The main drag had your expected cute and expensive boutiques, Starbuck’s and health shake joint.
We stopped inside “Art and Soul.” A map of the USA hanged behind the cash register. It was made out of license plates – cut into the states shapes.
There were also found chess sets – you can battle health food vs. junk food or city people vs. country people.
I bought Mark the book: “Darkside Zodiac” by Stella Hyde. In addition to the typical advice on relationships and work – this book also shows you how to “blame your sign and planet.” Mark’s a Taurus. He rates a C+ for Bitch Rating: “Others think this is because you are naturally kind and charitable, but they’re wrong: it’s not that you don’t want to bitch, you’re really too slow-witted to really make an impact.”
Mark bought me “Today I will Nourish My Inner Martyr,” by Ann Thornhill and Sarah Wells. He told this book was “totally you!” It has affirmations like: “Today I will lie in bed and wallow in self-pity,” and “Today I will remind myself that my friends and family are waiting for me to fail.” Yup – I’ll probably quote this book in my blog – every now and then. Just to keep things in perspective.
We got lost – trying to find the Newport Beach Pier…found it eventually. We thought about watching a movie – but opted to read on the beach. It was close to sunset and darn close to freezing. I finished a few more sports columns by Hunter S. Thompson. Crazy man. We warmed up in a sports bar, nearby, Sharkeez. Free chips and salsa. Angels game playing on several screens. We sat next to a birthday party and too many asses got in the way of the game. You order food and drinks at the bar. When I got up to get a round – I had to squeeze between plastic and jeans. Some ass stuck his ugly face…I meant butt, out. Enough to make it a pain to squeeze by. I made sure to let some Corona drizzle down his jeans.