In my quest to branch out and “diversify” my past-8pm experiences in Orange County (cue maniacal laughter), I have:
come to the earth-shattering realization I need to get out of here, quick discovered that dim lighting is not always a good thing. Maybe I am misunderstanding the meaning of dim, which I thought was about the midpoint between light and dark. You know, dark enough to hide “imperfections”, etc. etc., but light enough to see. Not the case! At least not at restaurants in beach cities that are perhaps more like lounges because the women don’t actually eat. I was at such a restaurant in Newport last night (where the mean age difference between men and women was about 25 years) just trying to enjoy dinner with my friend. It was so “dim” that I had difficulty seeing her face from across the “table”, which I might add was hovering below knee-level. Needless to say, the situation made eating very difficult, as proven by multiple “snacks for later” I found on my dress after we left. The restaurant also happened to have a real reverberant quality— like a chamber, or a dungeon, which only cemented my uneasiness. Fumbling around in the dark (dungeon), crowded with nameless faces (white dragon ladies), and loud yet nondescript chatter, I think, is not my idea of fun.
bitchtown, oops, beach-town women later…