And...Amy tells Brooke she was the kid her mom wouldn't let her hang out with when she was young!
I remember moving from Mississippi to California when I was 10. From the backseat of the car I spotted these windmills and thought, holy shit where are we going? They blew my mind and made me believe in aliens and weirdos and the future. I think they still do. I love you California. I try to leave but I always come back.