I have only met a few so far and this seems to be a developing trend. I hope this doesn't say something about me, and I hope that the locals don't think we are all like Colin (who has his birthday party tomorrow - so who knows what offensive crap he'll come out with. I am filled with enthusiasm. Can't you tell?) and the lady I met at the gym last night. I started talking to her and she was such a snob. She asked where I lived and I said San Pedro. She then immediately asked me if I was from the part of San Pedro that was near the Trump Golf Course, which markets itself as being very "exclusive". Donald Trump, the egotistical bastard, even tried to get the street it's on renamed from Ocean Trails Drive to Trump National Drive. However, the locals kicked up a fuss. Good for them. :-) These people have to learn that you can't have it 100% your way, just because you have money. Anyway, I replied,

"Well it is a couple of miles away, but yes it is fairly close."

The part of San Pedro I was living was was of great significance to her as half of San Pedro is extremely beautiful yet still has a friendly vibe about it. The other half is, well how can I put it... A dump. :-) I have a feeling that, had I given her the wrong answer, she wouldn't have given me the time of day. She was from South Yorkshire originally though - so if you happen to be an English person reading this - you will know that she has zero reason to feel superior. She then bragged about her daughter moving to Rancho Palos Verdes, which is a pricy area along the coast, but she didn't just say,

"My daughter has just moved to Palos Verdes".

No, she said,

"My daughter has just moved to a large home in Palos Verdes."

Same thing when describing her husband's job. He didn't work for an engineering company. He worked for a large, international engineering company with offices all around the world. Think Hyacinth Bouquet/Bucket from "Keeping up Appearances", with a South Yorkshire accent, badly masked by an affected version of the Queen's English. I stood there and listened, at first trying not to look amused, and later in the (one way) dialogue, trying not to yawn whilst thinking, "piss off you stuck up bitch".

As you can probably tell, I'm feeling rather catty today. Miaow!

On a less bitchy note, Steve and I went to the Ports O'Call restaurant, which is right beside the Harbour, and shared Cioppino whilst sitting outside and watching the boats. In was a full moon last night and since I have been in the US, we have made a point of going to dinner on the evening of every full moon, to a restaurant where we can sit outside and watch the moon come up (before I get on my broomstick and start flying around). It's one of life's simple pleasures.