you got me high and then left me flat
the original plan was to head out to the nudie beach, get a little naked and generally sit back and watch all the gay and/or perverts strut back and forth along the beach, for either the current nude beach bravehearts or the naked, tan man next to us. whatever his purpose, we would be able to view all important possessions quite easily, providing ourselves with ample entertainment for hours, with a little of nature's help.
but today was different. mother nature decided to throw a wild card 65-degree day at us in the midst of the near-perfect weather we've been the victims of. so, we set about salvaging the day, hoping that, even if it isn't beach weather, we could find something that would let our spring-forward day not die in vain.
by four, i found myself sitting in some doorway, looking out at hundreds of buildings that look exactly the same, watching countless children and adults walk around, also desperately trying to salvage their day. Solvang, as a fellow adventurer also noticed, is a small, preserved dutch town in hte san ynez valley. appearantly, when the restorers of the town gathered at their little meeting to decide how to go about creating a successful tourist trap, they decided that 1. the entire second half of the town should just be a mirror image of the first half and 2. that it be considerably spread out so that maximum tourist trapping occur. most adventure time was spent trying to find the way back to the car that was located in a parking lot that was located across the street from a windmill that could be found on every corner.
i didn't like the dutch anyway. the town looked like a possessed santa's north pole, if you subtract the extremely dutch things, such as the wooden shoes, windmills, and multiple monuments commemorating famous dutch, such as Hamlet, and Hans Christain Andersson.
the drive, though, was exquisite.
but today was different. mother nature decided to throw a wild card 65-degree day at us in the midst of the near-perfect weather we've been the victims of. so, we set about salvaging the day, hoping that, even if it isn't beach weather, we could find something that would let our spring-forward day not die in vain.
by four, i found myself sitting in some doorway, looking out at hundreds of buildings that look exactly the same, watching countless children and adults walk around, also desperately trying to salvage their day. Solvang, as a fellow adventurer also noticed, is a small, preserved dutch town in hte san ynez valley. appearantly, when the restorers of the town gathered at their little meeting to decide how to go about creating a successful tourist trap, they decided that 1. the entire second half of the town should just be a mirror image of the first half and 2. that it be considerably spread out so that maximum tourist trapping occur. most adventure time was spent trying to find the way back to the car that was located in a parking lot that was located across the street from a windmill that could be found on every corner.
i didn't like the dutch anyway. the town looked like a possessed santa's north pole, if you subtract the extremely dutch things, such as the wooden shoes, windmills, and multiple monuments commemorating famous dutch, such as Hamlet, and Hans Christain Andersson.
the drive, though, was exquisite.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 21:32
1 Comments:
Oh no, not a 65 degree day. The horror, the horror!! :-p
-Your forzen Oregonian
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