Celebrating my independence
July 4, 2002i escaped orange county unscathed, despite my mother having doubts of safety outside suburban borders. this morning, gunshots caused chaos at LAX an hour after my dad flew in from san francisco and a plane crashed a hill away from lisaann’s dad’s house.
i promised her i wouldn’t go out, so instead lisaann and joel came over. we had a barbecue in my kitchen and watched fireworks from my dining room window. at one point, there were sparks coming from three different directions and we just stood there, our eyes darting left and right across the big black sky.
we spent the rest of the night mixing cocktails and playing games. at times, we felt like senior citizens. at others, 12-year-olds. not once, however, did i feel unsafe or ungrateful for one more day in america, in los angeles, in my cozy apartment overlooking the palm trees and city lights.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
