so, last saturday, kara and i decided we wanted to go to rock harbor. it had been a few weeks since either of us had been to church [between moving, working, weddings, etc.], and i worked on sunday, so we decided that saturday night service was just what we needed. well, we were 99% positive that the services were at 7 and 9 [and basically just to lazy to double check], so decided that we would head down to costa mesa at about 5, walk around ikea, and then head over to church at 7. well, we arrive at rock harbor at about 645, and it was way too quiet. there were a lot of cars, but no people. so i quickly pulled out my iphone [seriously don't know how i survived without one for so long] and double checked the service times online. welp, the service started at 6. sunday nights the services are 7 and 9, not saturday. we [at least i did] felt stupid. how on earth did we not double check the time??? since we were already all the way down in orange county, and didn't want the trip to be a complete waste, we ended up taking a spontaneous trip to newport beach [shout out to firefighter van andel!]. we stumbled across this bomb pizza place, and wanted to get some famous balboa bars for dessert. so, we went up to this snack shack [i don't have a better name for it...], and kara ordered first. the clerk was giving her such a hard time, it was ridiculous. and it was really hard to tell if he was trying to flirt and be funny, or if he was just a really angry person that hated his job. turns out, he was trying to be funny. when we went to try to pay he told us "your money isn't good here...get outta here", followed by a huge grin. you can ask kara, i was in shock. did we just get something for free? simply because we are girls?? [obviously i don't get out very often...] it made my night. and the balboa bar was even more delicious, because it was free.
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