Sunday, December 21, 2014

July 15th: Santa Cruz'll kill yer blues

We can be pretty cynical people.
Therefore, Santa Cruz, a beach-side west coast party town known for carnival rides and merriment was sure to annoy us. What would we do in a place like that? Us pale skinned, poor postured, pouty Midwesterners (one of us with an exceptionally weak stomach and abhorrence of all things carnival)... certainly we would simply take a glance at all the happy tan people and think: "they're so different from us" and roll north.

PLOT TWIST. We arrived during some fated "happy hour" where all rides were a dollar. Since the non weak stomach-ed of us used to be a ride enthusiast, we agreed we'd ride at least one. We ended up flying through the air and grinning like smiley sunshiney fools for a good long while. I gave my comrade of stronger stomach free reign to ride whatever he chose alone of course, since my stipulations are quite grandma-esque. After he'd had his fill of lonesome entertainment, I chose two that seemed non-vomit inducing.
One of the two rides was essentially flying in circles like good ol' Peter Pan (we did it twice!) and the other was sitting together as we drifted through the sky (for whatever reason passing the plastic cave people themed passengers going the other direction) and gazed down on the Tan Happy People below. That was nice. Those were my picks. I musn't go backwards, you see. Musn't. Ever. Go. Backwards.

Besides flying, SEALS. I must remember: any place with seals isn't such a bad place after all. I ADORE SEALS. So. This was an incredibly successful pit stop of an afternoon -- one that I often look back on fondly, certainly on this Dark and Dreary December Day. Enjoy these blue sky and sunshine filled photographs from back in July of 2013. Right around The Best Time Of My Life.

Ugh. Remember when I lived in a van? Imma do it again! Hear me?

Anyway, here is photographic evidence of July 15th 2013. Unless my dates got mixed up. Since I get sad and sometimes turn off my brain and stop thinking and doing and blogging and it is now 17 months later.

PS: My mate with the memory has yet to read this, so there is a good chance I'll be doing a more detailed update on this experience later. We don't see each other near as often as we did when we lived in the same van. However, I wanted to get a little something out to "the people" (aka, my 2 subscribers, aka the 2 people who still ask me when I'll finish this blog, aka my Pa and Phil.) Plus it's been sitting in my draft box for something like half a year. So. Published. Send it to Hollywood.


Not to get all grim, but I sorta felt like this seal was dying. Or drunk? Anyway, he wasn't doing well.




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ONE REASON NOT TO LIKE CARNIVALS