Thursday, June 26, 2008

So We Went To Santa Cruz Part II.

So in Santa Cruz, the main attraction is the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk...




Then of course, on the "Boardwalk," you have the "Board Wok." Ha, puns abound down there, as well as movies. "The Lost Boys" and "Sudden Impact" were filmed there. We didn't see any conventional vampires or people menacing Sondra Locke.



This is an animatronic pirate, though I can't remember his name, the parrot's name is "Seaweed."



Then this is my childhood nightmare transplanted some ninety miles south, "Laughing Sal." She used to be near the front gate of Playland.

As it was explained to me several times, "she used to scare the hell out of your when you were a kid." Of course they placed her on the beach side of the Boardwalk, as opposed to the street side where, I don't know, a paintball drive-by might happen? Needless to say, this isn't over, animatronic wench...


The long view of the Boardwalk.


Where is there a casino that no one can gamble at?


Games of chance for kids where they get paid off with crappy plastic toys and have absolutely no chance of getting the better prizes because they need at least $3,000 worth of winning tickets, don't count.


You can have a wedding reception or party at the Coconut Grove, I guess. I never looked into, though that's what it says.



And a touch of the South, comes to California. "Deep Fried Twinkies," because regular Twinkies somehow do not clog your arteries fast enough.



And since you asked, why, yes, they are.



I waited ten minutes for Pamela Anderson to come out of this shack...needless to say what did come out of that shack? Well, you wouldn't want to see it running in slow or regular motion.



The mural above the mini-golf course. The lava glows...kinda. The course used to be an indoor pool.


Junior and me on the Tornado. You decide how fast it spins by turning the inner wheel...



"Anne get me off of this crazy thing!"


Another twenty seconds and I would've hurled.





The Boardwalk at night, a fitting end to this post.

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Blogger Some Guy said...

I prefer my nuts cinnamon-glazed.

Fri Jun 27, 07:54:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Jewgirl said...

You are so funny. I love the deep fried Twinkie snark. "The real ones don't clog your arteries enough". Did you try it? What is it? I don't understand, they take the twinkee and they shove it in a fryer and then hand it to you to eat? That sounds so vile, like those deep fried snicker bars. ewwww. Are they good?! hahaha.

I have never been to the SC boardwalk. It sure does look like fun. I'm so glad yas went. What a fab time.

Fri Jun 27, 02:58:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Writeprocrastinator said...

Chris,

I see that I'm not the only one and the lady who does it is so happy to not be having to do Brazilian bikini-waxing anymore.

Katie-lah,

As I said two years ago...

Well, there's a creation that would never occur to me in a million years, despite my bad predilection for fried food that makes me stay north of the Mason Dixon and away from county fairs, at all times.

In San Francisco, we have the Colonel, Popeye's, (I won't eat at Church's), french fries, tempura, fish & chips, and egg rolls, so I'm fairly safe. No deep fried Snickers here, to tempt me.


So no, I didn't try it, though I dare say that the reason was because I was full already.

The Boardwalk is a fun place and when I get around to it, I'll post some of the ride pics on the "other thing."

Fri Jun 27, 09:43:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Bubs said...

That looks like fun. You're a good sport taking junior there. I would've been in a such a state of hypervigilance I wouldn't have spoiled the kids' time.

So, how did the place smell? I'm getting sunscreen, deep fryer, B.O. and a hint of patchouli because it's California?

Sat Jun 28, 10:35:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Writeprocrastinator said...

Bubs,

Good guesses and at most places in California, you would be absolutely right except for the patchouli, which even hippies have managed to ditch for the most part and I don't know what part Nick Hornby has played in that.

Nobody stinks at the Boardwalk, you don't even have teens wearing the nasty body sprays that smell more like insecticide than anything else, nor do you have cologne bathers either.

Everybody wears deodorant or at least doesn't smell like armpits and you can only smell the fried food around the particular vendor, because the nice sea breeze carries away most odors. There was a hint of sunscreen and the smell of garlic fries.

Even the bums don't smell like San Francisco bums, but I think that has more to do with the fact that they don't rip each other off or beat each other up as much, as some San Francisco bums use their smell as a defense from others, much like skunks.

Sat Jun 28, 11:47:00 AM PDT  

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