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Sounding Off: Weather wins, but sports teams can't compete

January 26, 2011|By Andrea Hanst

I love Huntington Beach. I love everything about it, and I say that with the utmost sincerity. I've lived in Surf City all of my life. My kids went to Huntington Beach High School and so did I. To my surprise, I discovered that many of their friends from school had familiar last names. That's because their parents were classmates of mine. Class of 1977 — go Oilers!

Now that I've disclosed my age, it's pretty obvious that I have resided in HB for a substantial amount of time. This automatically entitles me to exercise bragging rights and annoy any family or friends who happen to be less fortunate than myself by living in the Midwest, or even better, the Arctic blast mecca of the extreme eastern seaboard.

I just couldn't resist the chance to gloat shamelessly about our gorgeous weather this past week. As the local weather person predicted, it has been nothing less than perfection — temperatures in the 80s, offshore Santa Ana winds, crystal blue skies and snow-capped mountain views for days on end.. So I just had to reach out and irritate.

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My new favorite tool of torture is Skype. Not only do my loved ones have to hear about me sitting on my penthouse patio in my bikini (OK, that's a stretch, but it works), sipping a cool adult beverage on my chaise lounge overlooking beautiful downtown Huntington Beach, but I can actually draw them in via my laptop and let them see and feel for themselves what they're missing. I've become so obnoxious in my endeavor to evoke envy that they've begun to avoid my phone calls! Imagine that. How dare they?

But when my objects of endearment do slip up and don't check their caller ID, I don't hesitate to start the conversation with something like, "Can you believe this weather we're having? Hey, check it out. I was just thinking about walking to the beach. In mid-January. In my flip-flops. The beach, two blocks, in the dead of winter." They usually reciprocate in a bitter tone about how expensive our cost of living is or how shallow people are in Southern California, but what they're really saying is, "You lucky devil. I had to shovel three feet of snow just to get out of the driveway this morning! Then I couldn't get my car key in the door because the lock was frozen solid."

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