The title should be sung like the OC theme song by Phantom Planet. It makes it better.
I escaped Montana for the CA. (I’m not in Orange County and this blog post obviously has a theme)
My friend Kelli and I are staying off of Venice Beach. I was supposed to spend my time alone writing. But I may have slept 12 hours. Hard to know. I was unconscious.
My husband is coming for the weekend when Kelli leaves (this isn’t a literal episode of The OC where she would’ve stayed) so I was looking for a place that would be easy to switch occupents. Two large beds in other words.
I couldn’t find any close to the beach and not lots and lots of money. Until I found a vacation rental.
It ended up not quite looking like the photos online.
It’s a nice entrance. At least it’s nice and safe.
But I do wish I’d known there wouldn’t be any soap.
I guess I should pretend I’m on the episode where the group goes to Mexico. But then Marissa sees her boyfriend cheat and OD’s and Ryan steals her from the hospital and her parents hate him and don’t like him until Marissa dies and Ryan offers to kill the guy responsible.
Maybe I should choose a new series to compare my life to.
Many of you know I have a slight thing for Beverly Hills 90210. It’s helped me through some tough times. If you ever don’t know what to do, the BEST option is to ask yourself, “What would Kelly Taylor do? And would it affect her relationship with Dylan?”
Well, I recently moved and as I was unpacking I started watching The O.C. It is epic. (I learned how to use that word from watching, I think.) It is a bit different from 90210 in that it has characters that are supposed to be funny. It is the same in that everyone is rich, beautiful, and gets good grades without going to class. I think I played high school wrong. Obviously the social clubs help you get into college more than academics. And never, ever, ever having a bag big enough to carry books in.
Of course there is one character I can’t stand, but unlike 90210, she is the one that leaves/dies, making season 4 the best season and truly hilarious. Peter Gallagher has some of the best lines of any teen soap.
When things are bad, I like to pretend I’m in the O.C. It’s warm there. My hair is always perfect. I can go to sleep in full makeup without breaking out. Bras are an unnecessary accessory. And I have 4-6 really close friends I do everything with for the rest of my life who live in my neighborhood.
I just haven’t figured out how to get over the fact that I also have to date all of the men in the group. It’s going to be a really difficult conversation to have with my husband.
Wow. This picture sums up so much.