Oh man. We got to spend the weekend right on the beach in Newport Beach this weekend because Ryan had to do some work on a rental house. It is beautiful there.
The bottom left picture is the view from the front porch. While it was nice to be so close, there was a down side (in my cranky grandma opinion). Because you’re right on the boardwalk, a million people walk by all day long. And into the night. I didn’t like the riff raff. Looking on the bright side - it could have been worse. If you were this close to the beach in Santa Monica, you’d be witness to a bum parade all day long. Ugh. I DON’T HAVE ANY CHANGE!!!
We did see a lone seal sunning itself on some rocks. Ryan’s first reaction was “Is there something wrong with that seal? Why is it all alone?” That of course sent me into a worry-capade about it maybe being hurt or something. Or that little kids would start pelting it with rocks or something. Ryan told me to dial it down. I eventually did.
While we were lucky enough to be staying right on the beach, we were, of course, staying in the hooptiest house on the block.
We could hear people saying things like “Man, that place is a dump” as they walked by. All day. It was clean(ish) on the inside, but it wasn’t like any of the surrounding house which had three stories and floor to ceiling windows. I know. There’s no pleasing me, is there…
Oh, and I decided to write something in the sand like a typical beach visitor. You know. Like when you see a picture from someone’s beach honeymoon that says “LOVE” in the sand like this or this. Blecht. This is Crabby-Pants McGee’s take on that:
If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Oh, and I saw a girl from a reality show! See, I’m a bit of a savant when it comes to celebrity faces. I’ve been dubbed (mainly by myself) as the “Face Queen.” Needless to say, when I saw this girl I was all “I know her from somewhere.” The problem was that I had had a drink (or a thousand), so my queen-like capabilities were running a little low. Ryan went over and asked her if she was on TV and she gave the old Orange County snotty look and said no. Like in the “Oh my god Becky, look at her butt” kind of way. Of course, I KNEW she was on TV. This knowledge caused me to (lightly) grab her arm as she walked by and (jovially) say “Come on. I know you from a reality TV show, right?” And she was all “GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” True story. I now know (after an almost sleepless night trying to remember) that it’s Veronica Portillo from Road Rules: Semester at Sea. HA! SUCK IT VERONICA PORTILLO. YOU AND YOUR SHIRKING ARM! There’s no escaping your TV past. Why couldn’t you be nice like when I met Mike from Real World: Back to New York? That guy could tell I was loads of fun. WHICH I AM! Side note - Mike is now a professional wrestler. Oh Mike. I mean The Miz…
