As I mentioned last week, on Thursday we headed down to Monterey, CA for a quickie vacation with my folks, just in from southwestern Pennsylvania. Why, you ask, did we leave town days after getting back into town? Partially because we’re clearly insane. But mostly because we thought it would be a better visit if we got to stay in a house with my parents, as opposed to them trudging the three blocks back and forth from their hotel every time they needed something.
Why Monterey? One, because we went to the aquarium a few years back and I’ve been dying to go back since. And two, because my dad’s into golf and I thought he would like going to Pebble Beach, which is a twenty minute drive from Monterey. I think my exact words to my mother were, “I think it might be pretty special for Dad to visit Pebble Beach.”
It was, if “pretty special” means having lunch at Mr. Hooper’s Store with JK Rowling and Joss Whedon, and lunch is an entree prepared and served by Jacques Pepin, and the entertainment is provided by the film cast of Grease performing the entire soundtrack.
My dad gets excited about stuff, don’t get me wrong: like, REALLY excited about stuff. He finds a Topic of the Day and sticks to it, whether it’s the lake effect or the price of iPads or that time his oldest graddaughter did that funny thing. But I’ve never seen him so in the zone as he was on the 17-Mile Drive. I’d share the multitude of Flip videos that he took, but unless you’re him, you’re unlikely to find them that exciting, as they’re mostly pans of golf greens with him saying things like, “The fourth green at Spyglass” and “Monterey Peninsula” and “Our lunch view.”
The next day, we headed to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, which was wonderful but monstrously crowded, what with the triple threat of a holiday weekend, newly reopened Open Sea exhibit, and baby otter pup. Eliza loved every minute, shouting “Nenenene!” at every tank, which, roughly translated from toddler, means, “Mother, look! It’s the fishes from the wonderful Pixar movie I enjoy so very much!” Back at the house, she napped, Mom and I propped up our feet, and David drove Dad back down to Carmel for Pebble Beach, Day Two. The day was much gloomier and foggier, but that didn’t stop our intrepid cameraman from taking the course by storm.
Of course, he’d tell you that this was the best part of his weekend. And he’d be telling the truth.