Moving
I have been renting a room at a house in Placentia since the beginning of the year with two other roommates. For various unsavory reasons, I have the opportunity to get my own place so Steph was kind enough to drive me all over Orange County apartment hunting. I completely tore a ligament in my ankle that never healed from the last time I partially tore it, preventing me from playing my usual role as chauffeur. We saw a nice place in Irvine where the leasing director assumed we were married. Since I was asking all the questions, she assumed Steph was just the doting wife who let her man take care of business. The leasing director kept trying to sell the apartment based on qualities she believe would appeal to the “wify,” like the dishwasher, the easy to clean hardwood floors, etc. I could not control my laughing as soon as we were out of earshot of the leasing office.
The pot pies for lunch were from The Cravery in Irvine. They were nicely buttered and flaky, with very moist filling. It actually tasted a lot like a French pate chaux sans the pork. Pricey, though, for such a small 5” diameter pie. I’ll think I’ll stick with the pate chaux.
- WesÂ
