Cos santa cruz, you're not that far Oh santa cruz, no, you're not that far, oh the thrills.

So 80's movies fans...I had a few retro flashback moments in Santa Cruz...

I was there on Sunday, walking along the boardwalk imagining various vampire boys on motorbikes speeding along the sand, daring me to go on the big dipper....Cut end dream sequence scene: Back to real lifeI was forced onto the famous rollercoaster not by a pale, bloodsucking Lost Boy type, but by 'the boy' who almost had to physically drag me on with (very hard well toned)muscles and verbal accusations of my level of pussiness.  

Which I will freely admit was at an all time high.  

I am terrified of these rides.  I believe(completely irrationally) they're put together by drunk/drug intoxicated carnival, types who travel around from fairground to festival unconciously or conciously working as servants of some demonic harbinger of doom to steal souls of unsuspecting fun lovers.  Enter stage left: Worst case scenario Mel.  If that one particular rusty screw is going to come lose, it'll be on my carraige, if that bar that holds you down springs out it'll be on my seat.  It was like the elephant in Thailand all over again.  The one beligerant elephant that hated its job and decided after a nervy ride that it would spray a mixture of snot and mucas laden spit all over me.  Princess of the Raj - my arse.

Back to Santa Cruz...loved it!!!  It was a great day.  I rode the Big Dipper, did the whole skyride (chairlift) scenario, ate fish and chips, sat on the beach and ogled a mixture of boths ends of the American population spectrum - morbidly obese to gorgeous.  I find it a paradox that you have the beach right there on the board walk (bikini's and itsy bitsy swimmers), rides that only fit people of a certain weight, unless you just happen to be carrying a tub of lube(sorry fatties no fun for you)....then foodstands that only serve incredibly fatty food.  Deep fried twinkies, hot dogs, burgers, fries and burritos.  

I guess you could always not consume the deep fried twinkie but smear it on your arse and thighs instead then wedge yourself right in to that carraige....but I warn you the soul stealers will be waiting for you...your decadent reputation proceeds you... mwah ha ha ha

....too much Stephen King as a child me thinks....