Friday, July 23, 2010

Schleppin' It

This weekend, the car will set on auto pilot, and schlep us, once again, to Santa Cruz.  Other than the market and a few other exciting Sherman Oaks locales -- the SJG lives a limited geographic existence -- the car knows Santa Cruz.  It looks and feels its best there. 

The fresh ocean air, the majestic redwoods, the laid-back, norcal vibe, fuels the Acura beast and brings out the shine in its headlights.  (Norcal:  Northern California.  You're welcome.)  It's been an entire month since the car delivered us to the eldest's graduation, and now, it's the youngest's turn at bat.  I speak metaphorically, for I am a trained professional. (The youngest hasn't swung a bat since T-ball.)  He's following in the footsteps of his big bro'.  His term as a certified Banana Slug commences mid-September.  But there's training involved, apparently.  One doesn't just become a Banana Slug for free.  One must shell out some bucks, book a crappy motel room, and undergo top-secret Slug orientation.  There are handshakes, smoke signals, tribal chants, treehugging and partying details to master first.  So off we go again to heed the call.  But don't worry, we'll be back in time for "Madmen."  It's the car's favorite show.

3 comments:

  1. Ah...College Orientation! Bad food and too much information stuffed down in too short a period! Color me jealous you lucky Short Sheehan Gal!!!

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  2. I hate Spell Check! My above comment was "Short Jewish Gal"! Oye!

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  3. Have a great trip and bring me back a Banana Slug t-shirt. That's a perfect description for me lately.

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