4th of July was Thursday, giving us a rare 4 day weekend. In the adult world, this is the closest we come to a summer vacation.
Tuesday Shawn came home from work to find me sprawled out on the bed underneath the fan in the shape of an X, too hot to move or do anything.
"It is TOO hot," he complained, as he quickly changed in to shorts and a t-shirt.
"I know! What are we going to do on the 4th of July? It's going to be even hotter. We should just...go somewhere..."
I said it halfway kidding. He didn't automatically say no. This is a good sign.
"Where do you want to go?"
Brain starts swirling with ideas. Tahoe? No, too far of a drive. The beach? The beach would be nice. Which beach should we go to?
"What about Santa Cruz? We could go to the Boardwalk!"
I jumped up to look on the computer to see what goes on at the Boardwalk on the 4th of July.
"Look! On Wednesday nights if you bring a Pepsi can after 5pm you get an unlimited rides wristband for $12.95. We could go up tomorrow after work and ride all the roller coasters! Then on Thursday we could just do a beach day and explore. Oh my gosh! It's only going to be 85 degrees!!! Can we go? If only too cool off? Come on, let's do it!"
My strategy is if I talk real fast and give him a bunch of good reasons we should go, he can't refuse. He's a nice guy, he usually says yes.
"That sounds really fun! See if you can find us a room and book it. I'm taking my girl to Santa Cruz."
After much searching I find a room just 2 blocks from the Boardwalk. I booked it, we took a half day at work the next day, and were on the road to Santa Cruz by 1pm with no particular plans other than to ride roller coasters, get a dip cone and lounge by the beach.
I love a spontaneous vacation. The kind where you pack your bag in 15 minutes, and forget important things like makeup (which I did) and toothpaste (whoops, we can buy some when we get there).
Just me and my mister, headed down the California coast to beat the heat.
The Boardwalk was just as fun as I remember it as a kid.
Our hotel was the perfect mid-point between the beach and downtown. We would walk the 15 minutes to the main strip of downtown and pick out whichever restaurant looked the best. We lucked out with a breakfast place that served a delicious eggs benedict.
On the 4th we headed to the beach and it was packed. I could not believe how many families had shown up overnight. The craziest thing was that many of them set up tents or pop-ups, and lugged out full size BBQ's, huge folding tables and coolers of food.
How it is more convenient to load all of that in your car, drive it to the beach, carry it from the parking lot to the beach, then cook all the food, then clean up all the food, then lug everything back to your car, drive it home and unload it is more convenient than buying a $2 hot dog right at the Boardwalk, I do not know. We spent a long time trying to figure out why.
"Maybe they only like a certain kind of hot dog? No, all hot dogs are the same."
"Maybe they didn't know you can buy food at the Boardwalk? No, how could they not know that? It's more food than rides!"
"Maybe they all lost a bet, and this is their punishment? That would be a pretty big coincidence."
"Should we have done this? Are we missing something? Are we doing it wrong? No, we're doing it right. They're definitely doing it wrong."
We're still stumped.
Shawn and I set ourselves up a wee bit away from the crowd because
Shawn bought a duck kite at the store for $5. It lasted an entire 10 minutes before it broke. It may have been the funnest 10 minutes of his life. He likes kites. Really likes kites.
We were out there for hours reading in the shade of our umbrella. My kind of afternoon.
We cooled off and treated ourselves to a dip cone, my favorite.
The closest fireworks were 15 minutes away, and if they were even half as crowded as the beach was that day, finding parking would be tricky. So we decided to spend the night in downtown.
We at the cheesiest pizza. Yum.
That night, people were setting off firecrackers everywhere! Was a beautiful sight walking back.
Is there anything better than a spontaneous vacation?