My day in Santa Cruz: July 7, 2009
Soft Cell: Tainted Love. 1 corn dog; 1 hamburger, fries, 2 cokes. The cacophony of sound: screams, wheels, ropes, pulleys, laughter, hundreds of speakers, seagulls wrestling and someone shoots a balloon. Oh my God, are they playing Trinere? Dianna Ross: Love Hangover. 41 tickets bought, 6 left. Every kid I see is having the best day of his life. 2 Twilight T-shirts; Modern English: Melt with You. 6 pairs of hipsters wearing jeans; 1 fanny pack (sorry, I don’t know the U.K. translation). Being here makes me want to rent “The Lost Boys,” again. 1 bag of red, white, and blue cotton candy; 1 chocolate-dipped soft-serve ice cream cone; 2 mermaid toys purchased. Minutes later both are smudged, torn, and look vaguely post-apocalyptic. Human League: Fascination. Jesus, that’s a lot of gang tattoos … on a mom. The ocean is beautiful, churning blue; a fishing boat rests just offshore. Pierced lip; pierced lip; pierced and tattooed rockabilly couple that smile and have a friendly demeanor. 2 ladies in bikinis; 1 girl at the corn-dog counter rolling her eyes. 1 scary blonde mullet-dude, I wonder if there’s a prison near here or something? 4 kids and their mom in back of me in line, I let them skip ahead so they can be in the front row of the ride. Bright orange, red, yellow, blue & green (but not necessarily in that order). 1 animatronic grizzly bear with painted hot pink nails. 1 neon green dinosaur breathing steam. I love it when my shoelaces glow orange under the black light. 16 brightly-colored Victorian-lettered signs (from where I’m standing).1 bottle of water; $10 for parking. Why can’t San Francisco have a beach like this? Sunburned faces, tired eyes. 90 minutes up the 280, the fog envelopes me and I’m back in a different world.