Celebrity sighting No. 4 Saturday night. It’s early in the evening when a couple sits down at the end of the bar. I place bar napkins in front of them and look into the face of Buster, from Arrested Development. It’s Buster! I can’t think of his real name so I text Mike. Tony Hale. He’s extremely polite. He drinks two vodka sodas with an extra lime; his date has a glass of chardonnay. They don’t stay long. I decide to not say anything to him. Just because I recognize him and Arrested Development is one of the funniest shows of all time does not mean I should voice it. Be cool, Lindsay.
Sunday morning I wake up early and drive to Rich and Tara’s. We’re volunteering at Surfer’s Point in Ventura, about 45 minutes away. Rich mentioned it last week so I asked if I could come. I’ve been wanting to volunteer for some time now. We always had to in high school and college for sports. I didn’t think I liked it that much but now that I’m not required to do it I actually kind of miss it. Tara makes us a breakfast of soft-boiled eggs with salt and pepper and a little butter on toast with a side of fresh fruit. She places the plate in front of me and I think I’m staring at a couple of hard-boiled eggs. Cut into one and the yolk runs all over the toast. What?! It’s like a poached egg. It’s delicious. I’m going to have to try and make this.
We arrive a little late but the lady in charge is still talking to the group. When we finally split up, we’re sent off to plant plants. Rich does his thing while Tara and I work together. We are getting after it. I’ve never planted anything before, but it doesn’t seem too difficult. The guy who showed us how to do it was very particular about it. “You need to add in the native soil and pack it in. It should be deep enough to hold the plant but not too deep. The sand should be soft but if you can’t reach soft sand it’s OK.” I’m a little nervous; Tara is not. “I don’t know why he made such a big deal about it. We’re just planting, it’s not that hard.” OK, good, because he was definitely making me feel like I was going to do it wrong. I keep reminding Tara to add in the native soil (I still don’t know what that means). We continue along, when Tara spots a little puppy that she cannot resist. We talk to the owners about this adorable thing – she’s a silver lab named Gerdie. Tara has been wanting a dog so bad, and as soon as she sees Gerdie, decides that this is the dog her and Rich need to have.
We keep planting plants until it’s not fun anymore. Tara and I were gung ho for a while, but now we’re tired and want to eat lunch. Thankfully, everyone else seems to be winding down. We relax and eat some delicious sandwiches. Since we’re at Surfer’s Point, Rich takes advantage by surfing for a bit. Tara and I go for a walk on the boardwalk. She gets a little serious and I don’t know what she’s going to say. “So, do you think you’re going to go back home?” I don’t hesitate. I’m not going home Tara. We both laugh. We have somewhat similar feelings about home, but it’s different for me right now because I’ve been out here for such a short time. Still, I know that I love it out here. Don’t get me wrong, I love home, too, but not to live there. I miss my family and my friends and I love West Deptford. I love going home more than anything, but there’s something about California. It just doesn’t make sense to live anywhere else. At least, not right now.
I pass out on the car ride home and then have to close at Lilly’s tonight. At the end of the night the busboy, Pepe, asks me if I want some soup – the kitchen made it. The kitchen rarely makes me stuff so I don’t ever want to say no when they actually do. Sure Pepe, I’ll have some. He brings me out a big bowl of fish soup – there’s some kind of white fish in there and shrimp or calamari or I don’t know, with a vegetable-type broth. It’s tasty. Corrinne ends up staying with me while I close because she didn’t drive to work and she’s waiting for her son to pick her up. Corrinne is so cute and motherly, I love her. She comes behind the bar. “I want a little something.” She gets a shot glass and pours herself some Sailor Jerry rum. I laugh. Corrinne, you don’t have to pour it in there, you can pour it in a glass. She’s shocked. “Oh no, this is all I need. I can’t drink anymore than this.” She can’t even take it as a shot; she drinks it like a drink. She tells me how she got sick one time from drinking, throwing up a lot, so she doesn’t drink a lot anymore. I hate throwing up, so I get it. I tell her my drunken Halloween story when I was so sick and still couldn’t throw up. I actually can’t even remember the last time I was sick.
It’s been such a long day. I have time for one episode of Vampire Diaries before I pass out. Did I mention I’m in love with Damon Salvatore? Because I am.
*The Beach Boys