KILLER FACT:
Nicole Brown Simpson attended Rancho Alamitos High School in Garden Grove, CA. After graduating, she moved to L.A. and worked as a waitress at a nightclub called “The Daisy,” where she met O.J.
A FEW NOT-AS-INTERSTING FACTS:
Garden Grove was founded by Alonzo Cook in 1874, and incorporated in June 1956.
Population: 174,389
It has the second-largest Vietnamese American population in the nation. After the Fall of Saigon in 1975, there was a large influx of Vietnamese refugees settling in Garden Grove.

KILLER FACT:

  • Nicole Brown Simpson attended Rancho Alamitos High School in Garden Grove, CA. After graduating, she moved to L.A. and worked as a waitress at a nightclub called “The Daisy,” where she met O.J.

A FEW NOT-AS-INTERSTING FACTS:

  • Garden Grove was founded by Alonzo Cook in 1874, and incorporated in June 1956.
  • Population: 174,389
  • It has the second-largest Vietnamese American population in the nation. After the Fall of Saigon in 1975, there was a large influx of Vietnamese refugees settling in Garden Grove.



En route on my Day Away From L.A. I’ve got a special guest with me as well.


     I had two hours in between my double, so I raced to the DMV to get a new license. Last week, somewhere in between my apartment and Ronnie’s, I lost my wallet. The most annoying part about it was that I was completely sober. I’d have felt better if it was a drunken mistake. While anxiously waiting for them to call G250 (they were only on G217), I thought about how I need a break. After Africa, I was supposed to cut one of my jobs, but since there have been unexpected expenditures, I’ve just kept both and continue working seven days a week, but I need a break. A mini-vacation. So I’m deciding to take this Monday off and getting out of L.A. Not far, somewhere in Orange County, as I wanted to explore the gay scene in Cali’s Republican mecca.  My options are Laguna Beach or Garden Grove. Laguna Beach for obvious reasons, but Garden Grove is a bit of a question mark. When I was searching for gay bars, one popped up in Garden Grove. I have a special place in my heart for Garden Grove, as it’s home to the Crystal Cathedral (my first job out of college was a door-to-door pyramid scheme and on my lunch break I’d sit under the tower and wonder what it’d be like to be a priest instead of a salesman) and it’s the name of one of my favorite Sublime songs. So I read different reviews of the gay bar and it sounded just right up my alley:

  • "Cholos, Vatos, Drag Queens, and Rancheros seem to have claimed this bar as their own." — Danny from Long Beach.
  • "This place is way run down. It’s like they decided to throw a party in a closed down bar in tia juana. They have no air conditioner so its WAY too hot inside, it was full of trannies when we went so that was kinda odd, but the strippers were very friendly, when they saw we had money to tip they were letting us grab their "goods" that was the highlight of the night." — Jordan from Laguna Nigel. 

 

       I’m torn. Do I get bougie and relax on the beach in Laguna, or do I get dirty and rough it in Garden Grove? Both sound good to me. Which one would you suggest? 


Garden Grove
Sublime
Sublime

 


In high school Baloney and I would take some of the dried onions Dad had hanging in the garage and put them in an envelope then write Stefani’s name on it and hang it on the message board in the office so the secretary would read her name over the loud speaker during morning announcements. She’d gallop to the office, pushing freshman out of the way as though she had important business to tend to, then excitedly open the envelope only to be dissappointed as flakes of dried onions fell to her feet. Fifteen years later, I received a package in the mail. Happy to finally get something besides a student loan bill, I ran upstairs and ripped it open. Inside was dry onions, as well as a picture of me and Stefani with Baloney and his date on Homecoming. Just as the photographer was snapping the picture, I released my hand to wave, leaving the poor thing to cling on for dear life. Still one of my favortite photos of all time. Fifteen years ago?! God, gimme it back.

In high school Baloney and I would take some of the dried onions Dad had hanging in the garage and put them in an envelope then write Stefani’s name on it and hang it on the message board in the office so the secretary would read her name over the loud speaker during morning announcements. She’d gallop to the office, pushing freshman out of the way as though she had important business to tend to, then excitedly open the envelope only to be dissappointed as flakes of dried onions fell to her feet. Fifteen years later, I received a package in the mail. Happy to finally get something besides a student loan bill, I ran upstairs and ripped it open. Inside was dry onions, as well as a picture of me and Stefani with Baloney and his date on Homecoming. Just as the photographer was snapping the picture, I released my hand to wave, leaving the poor thing to cling on for dear life. Still one of my favortite photos of all time. Fifteen years ago?! God, gimme it back.


I’ve got a case of the dizzies today and am seeing things at work. I have to try and get off early because Ron Ron wants us to go downtown to the fabric store and buy black velvet curtains for the haunted house. I’m excited because fabric stores make me really happy— they’re right up there with pet stores.

I’ve got a case of the dizzies today and am seeing things at work. I have to try and get off early because Ron Ron wants us to go downtown to the fabric store and buy black velvet curtains for the haunted house. I’m excited because fabric stores make me really happy— they’re right up there with pet stores.