I had believed that I would blog each day this weekend; but yesterday we got away for hours with the family to Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. I am not much of a ride person so I had the Santa Cruz Beach Beerwalk. I watched my 8–year old ride rides, eat massive amounts of all kindsa stuff, get excited, get tired, and finally ask to go home. When the powerhouse asks, the rest of the family unit knows she is tired and needs a change.
My son on the other hand, likes to just go and ride the so-called more dangerous rides. My wife teams up with him and my daughter with me and then we swap on occasion. Its fun but its not really my kinda place. My wife says I should be at museums and aquarium exhibits explaining prehistoric and paleontological factoids. I don’t know about that one.
As we finished up and after some number of beers of a variety of types, I felt very comfortable and slightly drunk and tired. We had walked for hours in the sun, watched the kids play on the beach, found a decent place to eat, and then redid the entire walk a second time because there were rides up at the other end that needed to be ridden again.
It was decent fun, the cost was relative, and I was able to apply adequate social lubrication for enjoyment’s sake.
