So yes, yes, I'm in Orange. City of Orange, Orange County, California.
So we landed at John Wayne Airport in Costa Mesa or Irvine or Newport Beach or something a little after 1800 after a short and uneventful flight. Shelley and I shared an exit row, while my mom sat elsewhere. Most of the flight was spent reading Sacrament and play-squabbling with Shel. As we approached Orange over the Pacific Ocean, we saw Catalina Island, whic was smaller, hillier, and drier than I pictured it. Also, I saw and successfully identified the Rancho Palos Verdes/LA Harbor/Long Beach area.
Upon landing, we headed to the rental car desk, and I noticed the many palm trees on the way. Ouside and in (!) they were growing, huge and tall and proud, unlike the tiny shriveled sad-looking ones we have up in Portland. Off towards our hotel, and then the wrong way off the freeway so we could get lost in the suburban office park shopping center apartment complex hell commonly known as Irvine. The sun then set, very very quickly and quite early--before 2000. I never get used to that.
Back around the right way, and up to Santa Ana, which was much more tolerable. Still suburban, but old and much less soul-crushing and monolithic. On the way, we nearly got hit by a pickup, but they decided to hit the car behind us instead. Car accident number one for the trip, and somehow I think there are going to be many many more. Next in the march of the surrealism brigade, we visited the house that my mother and Shelley and family all lived in when they first moved to the area. Well, that is, we saw where the house was. The actual building was enshrouded by a large green and blue tent. They were probably fumigating or something. Apparentnly they didn't live there long because my grandmother didn't like living around so many Mexicans. The neighborhood now has many very ornate fences.
The night got somewhat less surreal, with checking into the hotel and visitng a disneylandish Mexican restaurant, where I ate too much but it was yummy.
This place is so oppressively bizarre. Or maybe bizarrely oppresive.
Meanwhile, back home, a plane crashed onto a freeway.
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