Ode To Beachtowns And Their Devilspawn

2004-08-24

Hello, you happy little campers! I deserve a dishonorable discharge from diary duties with my frequent lapses here, but life is life, and baby, I got a red hot one!

I just got back today from 3 fabulous fun-filled days in Santa Cruz, where my Lady Friend and I enjoyed a melange of decadence. Dominoes on the beach, cribbage by the pool, garlic fries on the boardwalk, four course meals in fancy pants restaurants, breakfast in bed and nightcaps by the water.

It offered, however, yet another occasion to bemoan the current state of the world population; that is, she's popping one out, stuffing it in a stroller, popping another one out, attaching it her hips, popping another one out, leashing it to her arm, giving them all squeaky toys and sitting them on the beach next to me. There was ketchup in their hair, people! It's clearly out of control.

On a lighter note, we partook in some twirly rides that made me want to die. This is how I know I'm getting old. I used to love these rides. Now, I white-knuckled the restraint bars, and it took all my willpower not to scream, "Let me off this fucking deathtrap! Jesus God no, please, not backwards! Somebody save me! I'm dying!!" And that was on the ferris wheel. On the other rides, I closed my eyes and moaned like a dying cow.

Here's my latest and greatest excuse for not updating. We start orchestra next Monday after our summer break and they make all the strings re-audition every year, which fills me with zombie dread. They sent us the music a month ago and any chance I have between then and, um, then, I'm practicing. Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique, oui oui!

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