2004-03-16 || 11:35 a.m.

|| trading in spring for summer ||

the weather tricking us into summer activity in march. road trip to santa cruz: feeding bagels to the boy and singing, sunburnt arms and tips of noses, jogging spring sluggishness with coffee and an open moon roof. we found kelly and chris in the record shop and traipsed up and down the street with various bags, spent an hour in the vintage store to try on clothes for each other (orange vinyl sweater thing for h, cat halter for k, jean jacket for c...) and all the while singing along to the boombox stationed at the front of the store set to the AM. running into an old man on the sidewalk with his own boombox set to rachmaninoff (how do you spell?) and clutching music, asking him about it and bracing for the story deluge. driving up highway 9 hotelbound to stop at strawhat pizza for sentiment sake. hashem won three whoopee cushions. chris ate 5 pieces of pizza. driving past pines and squirrels and trucks to the side full of pot smoke to stop at the brookdale lodge, home of ghosts and an indoor creek and a serendipitous bluegrass festival. we drank margaritas in the bar while playing centipede and eyeing the practicing banjo and bikers; we ate in the brook room trying to sense ghosty things (none really to speak of.). our enchanted cottage was one bed and a hard hard floor and cable and us left to our own devices: dancing for the camera and drinking champagne from plastic cups and board games and the boys lighting farts (i know!) and getting sucked into too many episodes of trading spaces. lights out and we were all terrified by unseen noises and the ghosty stories and how dark it was. i couldn't sleep. waking up early to have alone time amidst the sleeping, sneaking outside to sit on a tree stump and read a 13-cent paper back. log cabin breakfast and driving down down to the boardwalk: sunblock and heat, no parking and photobooth pictures, an old timey photoshoot complete with alcohol and fishnets, trying not to stare at bikinis, the scariest haunted ride in the world.

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