2 signs you're in orange county...

1. a pierced, tatooed harley guy dressed in leather chaps and a cooks corner t-shirt (local biker bar) stands in front of you at starbucks and orders a double shot skinny carmel machiatto no whip with an extra pump of vanilla...so orange county

2. a man dressed in denim from head to toe complete with well-worn cowboy boots and 10 gallon hat smoking a pack (yes, a pack) or marlboros (not lights) sits outside starbucks drinking a venti dark roast...i'm waiting for him to break out a tin cup for the coffee and hop on his trusty sidekick, Silver, and ride down the dusty road to right the wrongs of the next mining town.

both of these incidents are real accounts of real people in the real orange county...

till later...