Tonight, as I sat nestled between the undulating curves of the Renee and Henry Segerstrom Concert Hall and the sharp, geometric angles of Segerstrom Hall (I know that sounds like the same place, but they’re different buildings), hanging out with friends (and about 3000 other people), eating strawberries, and watching The Wizard of Oz on an outdoor screen, I realized how lucky I am.
What if, instead of being born Orange County, I had been born in Kansas. (Sorry, Gina – I really mean Kansas in 1939.) Like what if my summer didn’t include wearing hoop earrings, sunglasses, and flip-flops to outdoor plays, symphonies, and movies, but rather walking along a pig pen with my dog whilst wearing a pinafore?
And I mean, seriously. They had like NO Starbucks then. So like where were you supposed to use your ‘treat receipt’ to get a $2 cold drink after 2:00?!
Another thing seriously lacking in a sepia-toned 1939 Kansas was Tim Conway, Jr. I don’t even think they were that into Tim Conway, Sr. (seeing as how he was only six-years old at the time). They probably didn’t even know what the phrases – up on twos, into that stick, or bad pins – meant. Or how to play What in the Hell Did Jesse Jackson Say? I know…it’s hard to imagine.
Back in November, a premier talk radio blogger voted Tim Conway, Jr. The Sexiest Man Alive – Talk Radio Edition. And today a premier radio website crowned Tim Conway, Jr. the #8 Best On-Air LA Radio Personality.
Look at him – he is a HUGE effing stud!
I said it.
No blog post for one month….