We sat under a leafy olive tree. If not for butcher-paper placemats, the cold, metal surface of our table would've sapped the warmth from the bare skin of our elbows. Above us, the strung-up lights flickered on as twilight approached. From our seats, we watched the ebb and flow of the Irvine Spectrum crowds, heard the clap of the fountains, and witnessed the birth of a pleasant Saturday... More >>>