Invasion of the Bodysnatchers revisited. I've had it with that place
and it's getting no second chance. I thank the Lord I don't have to
get up at 2:30 AM to "head for Óld Nofre" to wait in a silly line so
I can walk my pooch, dump a massive healthy in the ice-plant while
Rover looks over. Hell no, I drive in at noon, select a Preferred Parking
spot, like yesterday by the "rock and roll ladies and volleyballing men"
warming up on B-court, while their four year old whine and snivel
because big sister teases the little knucklehead. After forty five
minutes I give up and head back to my least favorite part of that State
Beach, the spot where every body goes to showcase their 2 year old.
As I'm sitting in the car by the bamboo where kids are snapping
the branches, this giant kook comes up and says, "We're saving that
place for some friends coming down after services." The guy is asked
if he is aware that the State mandates you can't save parking spots.
He says no, but he didn't know. He sends his wife over to stand in the
place he wants for his friends after church. Our driver is trying to
get as much inside the parking buttons because like Huntington,
Manhattan, and Hermosa Beaches, 'Nofre has cops on mountain bikes
an they're packing 9 mm. All this schitt are spins off Vals, Hoe Dads
Posers, and the latest trendy, Taleagalites. Meanwhile, the dame saving
the parking spot reminds us that her neighbors have several kids that
are on edge so I ask her, Ï didn't know this was a baby beach, to which
she stormed off. Finally, I can rest. Doheny State Beach is my "dream"
beach, paved roads, Andy Gump crappers, freight trains with air horns
blaring, People at Doheny are so with it they refuse to play that cissy
bocci ball. Back at the *real* family beach the dame are pushing their
kids in Latino convertable black strollers. It was so remeniscet of Whitter
and Atlantic in Belvedere Gardens. At 1:00 PM it was a procession along
refurbished Tobacco Road. I hope and pray you weren't but if you were
it was merely the tip of the iceberg. This one guy from Temeculah ran up
and down Tobacco road yelling, "Show me in writing you have to pull
all the way to the log." Maybe, the SOSC BOD overstepped their boundry.

Written by Anonymous.
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