steph and i went into laguna beach for a weekend soiree at the montage resort and spa, for my buddy’s wedding. aside from the montage being ridiculous awesome, with a wedding ceremony on the lawn just 20 feet from a cliff face which lead down to the pacific, every single detail of the wedding was immaculately planned. hell, even the “lay people”, those who paid the $700+ a night to actually have a room at the resort were asked to leave to area where the cermony was being held. it’s not every day you ask the people that are paying stupid amounts of cash to step away from the outdoor fire pit.

anyway, aside from feeling like a guest at a celebrity wedding, i enjoyed laughed at laguna beach for its extreme and over the top “i have more money/faster car/bigger boobs/better abs” than you. no shortage of lambos, ferraris, bentleys, astons, shelby gt-h (rental!) and porches (for those not blessed with 8 figure incomes) the aire around laguna beach was just absolutely insane. while steph and i were waiting for our lunch to arrive on the patio of a supremely cute french cafe, the conversations going on around us were absent minded “jibber jabber” with little value to society. one table of two men, their girlfriends, and what looked like their mother’s sat talking about their “pecs, bi’s and tri’s” and “just blasting [their] arms” when they’re at the gym. sometimes they just run 7 miles in 45 minutes when they don’t have enough time staring at themselves in the mirror. all 4 woman at that table were all wearing the same coach sunglasses.

another table asked for an additional chair to avoid putting their purses on the ground. the woman behind us made her waitress cry because her daughter asked for a warm croissant, and it was cold so she couldn’t eat it and was hungry because she couldn’t eat the cold croissant. god forbid your croissant is cold. as an apology, the waitresses comped their breakfast, to which the women replied, “don’t cry, we like you now.” the same women likely paid in the 5 figures to get their faces and asses reshaped. twice.

anyway, i’ll go back to visit brad in socal, but in general, it was icky people, pretty shops, views and restaurants and sick cars. i’ll take a lambo lp640 and a ferrari please.