Laguna Beach

Went to a house party down in Laguna Beach tonight. Of course, my only previous exposure to Laguna Beach has been the MTV show where the teenagers wear tanktops that cost more than my car. The party was pretty cool. The host has a system that projects video on one wall, and was showing one of the most disturbingly odd films I’ve ever seen. (One part involved scads of live chicks — as in baby chickens — being shunted through assembly line sorting machinery.) Orange County is a freaking labyrinth, though. Google Maps said the drive down should take an hour, but getting lost bumped that up to about two and a half. Some porn stars were supposed to show up sometime after 1:00 a.m., which would have been vaguely interesting, but considering how long the drive back was going to take I didn’t stick around that late to see.