At the last minute, my friend Sarah invited me for a Saturday overnight ladies trip to her parents timeshare in Laguna Beach. We were unfancy people having a blast being ourselves in a fancy town. It's the fuckin' Laguna Beach Wine Mixer.
We strolled, drank wine, gawked at tacky art and funny t-shirts, bought scented candles and soap, ate cheese in many forms, and drunk-watched the Chopped Tournament of Stars (wherein we both discovered that we are strangely attracted to Michael Imperioli as Christopher Moltisanti).
The Beastie Boys were clearly in town.
"I heard that Grumpy Cat was gonna be at Disneyland and I was like, 'shit, should I call in sick to work?'" - Sarah
We had dinner at Watermarc on a little patio overlooking a lane. We were enveloped in the green bosom of encroaching trees.
Our wanderings brought us to a 7-11 with the interesting juxtaposition of a Slurpee Machine and "Wine Cellar".
We ate a boozy brunch the next morning at Nick's.