This post has been waiting in the blog queue. I know I owe you an apology, Southern California, but I was waiting for just the right moment. Yesterday, it transpired. Remember the dude who told me “Good luck making friends”?
Well. He approached me yesterday to find out how I was doing, if I was playing in sports leagues, if I was making friends. Sweet as could be. Mea culpa, dude, and Southern California. You people may not know how to push carts in Costco or let people over in traffic, but you’re alright.
Some people here are even awesome.
They loan you their cruisers.
They roll in your trash cans during Santa Anas (those are winds).
They work hard and party hard.
They don’t flinch when you order triple espressos.
They watch sunsets.
They keep your shoes for you when you forget them at the gym.
They accept your friendship on facebook within seconds (ok, that’s kinda creepy, but so much better than being left pondering if they’re going to accept for hours—or even days!).
Southern California, you will never be as friendly—or self-assured—as Texas or Colorado, but you’ve got your own charm. You hold back a little, get to know people a little more, and that’s just fine. Mea culpa, So Cal. You and your people are pretty awesome.