CreamyLady
Uncompromising Visionary
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Since the temperature in our house was just slightly lower than that needed to melt glass, we decided to get into our air conditioned car and head out for dinner.
A strange spell fell over us, though. As we were debating the food of choice, my daughter told me she had "forgotten" to put her shoes on. I myself was wearing a thin cami top, and everywhere we wanted to go had the "No shoes, no shirt, no service" sign. What to do?
We drove through In 'N' Out, acquired a movable feast, and hit the road. I opened the moon roof, we cranked up the radio, and we drove forever, munching fries and singing along with Def Leppard.
We headed to Long Beach first, trying to remember where the Reform Party convention was being held; just fancy -- TWO candidates! We couldn't remember, so we headed west, past the airport with its kitschy new lights, sign and palm trees. We then went through Santa Monica, over the 405 into the Valley, cruised Ventura Boulevard as far as Laurel Canyon, and then we took the freeway back home.
I haven't that much silly fun in a long time, and naturally -- with the current price of gasoline -- we won't be doing it again soon. It was great though, and I almost got another tattoo. The only thing stopping me was the lack of a suitable subject. I really have to give that some thought; I want to be prepared in case we decide to do that again.
A strange spell fell over us, though. As we were debating the food of choice, my daughter told me she had "forgotten" to put her shoes on. I myself was wearing a thin cami top, and everywhere we wanted to go had the "No shoes, no shirt, no service" sign. What to do?
We drove through In 'N' Out, acquired a movable feast, and hit the road. I opened the moon roof, we cranked up the radio, and we drove forever, munching fries and singing along with Def Leppard.
We headed to Long Beach first, trying to remember where the Reform Party convention was being held; just fancy -- TWO candidates! We couldn't remember, so we headed west, past the airport with its kitschy new lights, sign and palm trees. We then went through Santa Monica, over the 405 into the Valley, cruised Ventura Boulevard as far as Laurel Canyon, and then we took the freeway back home.
I haven't that much silly fun in a long time, and naturally -- with the current price of gasoline -- we won't be doing it again soon. It was great though, and I almost got another tattoo. The only thing stopping me was the lack of a suitable subject. I really have to give that some thought; I want to be prepared in case we decide to do that again.
