Wednesday, July 22, 2009

You Say Tomato, I say... Grapefruit


People ask me all the time if Connecticut is very different from California. The short answer to that would be, uh, YES. In just about every way. Think of a category, and the answer is yes, different, very different. (Mind you, in California we lived in Los Angeles, here we're in the suburbs. That alone is a significant shift.) If I were to write about all the differences, it would take me pages. Instead, I'll do this in installments.

Things I've Overheard in Connecticut That I'd Never Hear in Los Angeles:

"It's amazing how the principles expressed in The Federalist Papers are still relevant today."

"So, are you mulching?"

"I'm writing a letter to the First Selectman."

"Should we buy a cord of wood or a cord and a half?"

"I'm going to go mow the lawn."

"We're very diverse here. We have a lot of Swedes."

"I don't recycle"

"Go outside and find someone to play with."

"Let's walk."


Things I've Overheard in Los Angeles That I'd Never Hear in Connecticut:


"What do you mean, there's no valet!? Where are we going to park?"

"Isn't Gabby lucky that she has two moms?"

"I'm exhausted. I had three screenings today."

"Do you want to do vinyasa at 4 or hatha at 5?"

"Let's get Mexican tonight."

"It's a dry heat."

"I'm kicking around some ideas for a screenplay." "I just finished my screenplay." "My screenplay's over at William Morris right now."

"Who did your boobs?"

"Dude, you're harshing my flow."

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