Happy Holidays from Exotic Oxnard!

[rebcake]

Day Four in Oxnard, land of the in-laws. There is no such establishment as the Fabulous Ladies Night Club here, alas. Believe me, I have looked. And looked again. For the edification of goldenusagi, who is interested in such things, Oxnard is about 45 minutes south of Santa Barbara (aka, Sunnydale, CA). So, when Xander breaks down there on his post-graduation trip across America, it means, essentially, that he made it to the next town over. According to my in-laws, every single person they've ever met elsewhere who has been to Oxnard was here because their car broke down. It's the Bermuda Triangle of Southern California.

We've had a lovely holiday season, with lots of food and family. Yesterday, we had a gorgeous drive a half-hour down the Pacific Coast Highway to Malibu to see my best friend from college and her family. It was drizzling, and still managed to look like a car commercial, since the Mugu Rock formation along that stretch of road does end up in a huge number of said commercials. We also got to chow down on fantastic tamales, the traditional Christmas dish of Southern California. *pats distended belly*

I've been pretty calm, IMO, without a computer and all. I have had the iPhone to check up on things, but comments and posting are pretty much out of the question until next week. Except for this little window of opportunity, while everybody is digesting the roast beast. I had hoped to have a little re-write of A Visit From Saint Nick a la Spike, but it is not to be. I'll just sign off with the real deal:

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!   *hugs f-list tight*

P.S. My story, The Scourge Does Titipu, has been nominated for a Fang Fetish Award! I cannot thank whichever of you did this enough! It is such a thrill, and has made my holiday even merrier!

 

Comments

[riccadonna.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the greetings, and happy holiday to you too, although the Oxnard Revealed news were rather unsettling.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

Really? What was disturbing? That there isn't really a Fabulous Ladies Night Club in Oxnard, or that it's the Bermuda Triangle of auto travel? 'Cos I'm sure I can come up with some vastly more hair-raising stuff about the place if I just grill MiAmor. However, we're safely home again, ne'er to roam (until next time).

[shapinglight]

So Oxnard is a real place? Interesting.

Glad you had a good Christmas.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

Oh my yes! Realer than real, is Oxnard. So real, MiAmor and his 5 siblings where raised there, though most have fled, taking their childhood memories and spinning them into creative gold. Three are cartoonists, one is a musician, and another does all kinds of high-level crafts. I don't think it's the water...

It's tucked along the SoCal coast, between Santa Barbara and Malibu (its much more well-to-do neighbors), and is the Strawberry Capital of someplace or other (the nation? the state?). In any case, we had a lovely time, but are so, so happy to be home!

[mere-ubu.livejournal.com]

It's the Bermuda Triangle of Southern California.

This? Cracked me right up. If any place could use a Fabulous Ladies Night Club, it sounds like it would be Oxnard. They'd make a killing off of the stranded motorists!

So glad to hear that your holidays are going well. And mmmm, tamales. That's a fine tradition. Who needs turkey again so soon after Thanksgiving?

*facepalm* I confess that I've been trying to nom that incredibly deserving story for over two weeks but kept botching the category. (When you look at the number of nominations that have been rejected, those are probably the results of my ineptitude.) The FFA people were nice enough to finally email me and say something along the lines of, "Look, it'll fit here in this category and here's where we'll put it, you poor bumbler." *lol* Glad to hear it finally made it in time for the holidays! Geezalou.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

You devilette, you! Thanks, thanks, thanks for noming me! You've gotta know what it means to a gal to have that sort of validation. And, I guess I sent the cookies to the right person! *ahem* After all the rigamarole with the very complicated nominating form (I've been there!) you need the sustenance! Just let me know if you need anything else (a vowel, a limerick). We're back from the land of excellent tamales, so I can't help you there, alas. But, boyohboy is it good to be home! Or, more accurately, to the place with the hot and cold running internet access! *sinks right back into bad habits*

Have a blast in Memphis, TN! I'm envisioning a sound track replete with Mott the Hoople, Dusty Springfield, and Booker T & the MGs. For purely educational reasons, of course. Rock on!