Last night was supposedly the super moon. The west coast was supposed to have the clearest view of it. I figured I would go to Newport Beach, catch a bite to eat, and then walk around a bit and stare at the moon. Well, $36 later (dinner and tip) at at place called the Rusty Pelican (which was not rusty at all I might add) that overlooked the Newport Bay, I decided to walk out at 8:30 (the recommended time was 8:34 supposedly) to check out the moon. It was nice (don't get me wrong), but I really thought it was overblown. I mean it was a little bit noticeably bigger, and a little bit noticeably brighter, but I really didn't think it was worth all the hype. I mean, it wasn't even that clear!
The best part of the night was meeting the waitress at the Rusty Pelican, Shea. She was a total fox and actually nice (this might be the Hooter's theory, however, where the act genuinely nice and that they care, all for you just to find out later that it was just them trying to "earn" a higher tip; can't tell you how many times my boys and I have been hoodwinked by that). Since I don't know anyone out here, I left her my Facebook (thought that would be a little less creepy than a phone #; we'll see). So far she hasn't friended me, and I doubt she ever will. How am I going to make friends out here?!?!?
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