We dropped off the computer at the local computer place that offered a free diagnostic test. The rent-a-nerds at Best Buy wanted to charge us $60 and Fry’s wanted to charge us $79, neither place would apply the diagnostic to the cost of the repair, as is standard in car repairs. Paul called later on to check on it, found that it’s the motherboard (three weeks after the waranty expired! ARGH!!) and even though they have to order the part, we should have our computer back by Tuesday. In the meantime I’m mac-ing it. Paul has even synced up the laptop with our monitor. I’m hoping he doesn’t need to take his laptop to work tomorrow (he probably will) because I want to play around with Garage Band. (As we all know, I don’t have enough time wasters and my house is immaculate.)
With the computer being cared for we set off, once again, for the beach. All of our beach paraphanaelia was still in the car from last week’s foiled attempt so all we had to do was lather up the sunblock and head out.
We stopped in Anaheim for lunch. We ate at Chris & Pitts, an authentic BBQ joint, because Paul is doing some work for them and wanted to talk with the manager. They comped our meal! We kept insisting that we were there to pay, but what do you do when they refuse to bring you a bill? (Leave a good tip and be grateful.) Now, Chris & Pitts is by no means a fancy place, but they are one of the few restaurants that still cooks over real fire and real hickory. The food was amazing. It’s times like that I am grateful I’m nursing — I surprised even myself with how much I could pack away without feeling stuffed or bloated!
We then ventured down to Aliso Viejo, picked up Paul’s brother Mark, and went to Table Rock beach in Laguna. It was a perfect beach day, and we had a great afternoon playing in the sand and surf.
We were there in time to see the tide come in,
but the barnacles were still exposed,
and an intrepid bird ventured into the surf for a snack:
We dined at Macaroni Grill before we hit the road, and the boys slept on the way home. It was a completely perfect afternoon. People can say what they will about Orange County, and they’ll probably be right. The thing is, Orange County is planned and clean. It isn’t reality, but it was nice to spend an afternoon outside of reality. (And maybe we’ll move out to the suburbs someday — when we retire.)