Below, the adorable, precocious, princess-obsessed Eva Duvall with her proud daddy, outside John Wayne International Airport:
The whole Ayre gang, waiting to be whisked away to the concrete paradise of Costa Mesa. From 12-lane suburban streets filled with hummers and enormous SUVs, to the 15-sqaure-block mall (filled to the brim with stores like Gucci, Ralph Lauren and Bang and Olufsen), everything about this odd little city seemed designed to make me feel decidedly, well, insignificant:
The Berg’s signature “WOW!”:
Only in California could a hotel lecture us about “saving electricity to help save the planet,” and at the same time have a fire inside an air-conditioned lobby while it is 75 degrees outside:
This photo, with the cherub-like J-Flo gazing innocently past the sign for what is clearly a very important room at Segerstrom Hall, is posted ENTIRELY without comment:
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