Lorange Blog

written 11.26.06 pics from the shop next door to the restaurant I've been drinking a lot with the kids in wonderful Newport the last few days. I like Newport and the small town feel it has. My sister lives in a flat a few blocks from the beach in one direction and the main square in the other. The bars are Irish and the only decent salsa I had in Newport was most definitely birthed from a jar. Speaking of salsa, we drove up to Providence tonight so my sister could get the best mango margarita in New England from some restaurant on Federal Hill that claimed to be "an authentic Mexican restaurant." Apparently this means salsa is in reality taco sauce. I've been so mistaken all these years! Seriously wtf is up with food over here? Random facts about Providence: Downtown lofts in Providence start at $150,000 and top out at 455,000 or so. You can lease to own these lofts. The most happening night spot was Dave and Busters. I wouldn't want to live in Providence eith...

Today was probably a good day to not think of you. I walked down Old Beach Road to Newport Beach stepping off the asphalt onto crunchy leaves as the occasional Audi passed by. It must be a New England thing where Audi is the car of choice. The lazier folks drive down Mansion Row but I wanted to a take a walk along The Cliff Trail before it got too dark, before I got too drunk, before I reloaded your page again. There is this point along the trail where a stairwell of 40 steps takes you right to the ocean at the edge of some rocks. Along piled slate walls and inch deep moss, I watch the tourists scrambled along the slippery rock formations - how little they know how close to death a mis-step might be. A cute couple asks for directions and with my handy dandy map I show our location. "Everything is 10-15 minutes tops, I say with imagined authority, "You can't get too lost here in this tiny town." It takes me 40 minutes just to make through Mansion Row and back onto D...

I often complain that I'm not a well traveled person, somehow feeling less worldly than my (possible more financially secure) friends. Even if the years with T were all taken away, would I have actually gone anywhere? I'm not my sister how packed up for NYC without a job two months after 9/11 (this fear seems silly now), nor am I MFR who moved to Sweden for school, traveled on bamboo rafts in Thailand, or talks about the cute little lizards in her apartment on St.Kitts . T. (The Ex) didn't like to go places and her reluctance really affected me. I gave up on my child based dreams of traveling through Europe or even cool places in this country. Divorce can be a good thing and in this aspect it has: she has her house in Southern Orange County with three cars, the mall, isolated in the same, utterly boring shit in every direction. I have dumpy place in EP with a view of the city and lake, amazing friends and relationships that influence my curiosity in the world. In booking a...

in reversed order On the way up to the airport we stopped at the northbound side of the 24hr service stop on route 24 so I could grab something to eat at Burger King. "I'll have the number 1 with no onions and heavy mayo" "I'm sorry you wanted a number one, no onions and what was the last part?" "Heavy mayo," I repeated the burger king jargon to the burger king employee. "Huh?" "EXTRA mayo" "I'm sorry.." "Heavy on the mayo?" I couldn't understand the confusion as I spoke clearly with my Californian accent - the universal accent of television. "Oh! you wanted heavy MAYONNAISE!" ah the story of my life. the night before My last night was spent inside among family, my sister's friends, beers and a steaming plate of spaghetti. More beer needed to be picked up at a one of the friend's house in Middletown and I tagged along for the ride. On the return drive she took the scenic route wher...

Boston rocks. Stuck on base on Newport RI not so much. People are especially retaaaarded in the boonies here. Mullets run free in some of these dar parts out here. more later