I went to Costa Mesa and ate lunch at Inka Grill restaurant today. I met an old friend Mary there, since she lives in Orange County, that was convenient.
I have been craving chupe de pescado a lot. I used to eat it there when I was working in Newport Beach (an office park near the Costa Mesa city line). I was glad it was still there.
And I spent a lot of time driving around LA freeways. They're so familiar. A strange sort of frustration/comfort sets in.
Now I'm at LAX. I'm going back to Korea. I will experience no January 6, 2010, because of the date line. Maybe I should post something very strange and otherworldly for that date, because of this?