I'm talking about the legendary, feared, dreaded and lampooned Family Vacation. This summer, my family and I are flying to California, renting a car and heading north.
Rebounderz, which opened July 2008 in Longwood, is an indoor jumper court open to all ages. Composed of 6,700 square feet of trampolines, it gives toddlers, teens and active adults the chance to jump around for hours.
Asheville is approximately 10 hours 19 minutes driving time and 656.34 miles from St. Petersburg; 3 hours 22 minutes and 195.21 miles from Atlanta. Delta Airlines flies from Tampa to Asheville, with a layover in Atlanta and non-stop flight to Asheville.
But let's go back to how I got there. I had just found out that my school didn't need another camp counselor and I was cruising Craigslist.org, looking for anybody (and I really mean anybody) that would hire a 17-year-old for the summer. And I stumbled upon an entry that read something along the lines of, "We're looking for energetic people who are outgoing and ready to control their own work schedule, but still make money. You don't need any experience, training provided." Thinking it would be a long shot, I set up my interview with a company about which I knew nothing and for which I couldn't find a website.
Anyone who has endured Tampa Bay's withering six-month summers has probably asked themselves: Why in the hell would anyone voluntarily come to the Gulf beaches in mid-July, or, perish the thought, August, or even crazier, September? Why would they schedule a vacation, pay hotel and restaurant bills, to frolic around in an inferno?
Do bras keep breasts from sagging as you get older? I've heard reports that they do nothing at all. --Curious
Oh, bras probably do something. It's just that nobody can agree on what it is. I won't pretend to have the definitive answer, but here's what we've established so far:
As I write, my husband's family is in the next room, packing up bathing suits and newly found seashells, sunscreen and gifts for loved ones. Tomorrow we will be saying our sad goodbyes. Misha's relatives live in the Czech Republic, and they're preparing to endure the 10-plus-hour trip back home to their land-locked country in Eastern Europe.
After all, Crist was never interested in being Florida best governor, just Florida's best-liked governor. His strong populist streak kept him away from many of the bad ideas his party is behind (although he did jump on the awful tax reform bandwagon that has crippled local governments and school boards). The white-haired wonder boy even had some great ideas (clean energy initatives being at the top of that list), even if the nudniks in the Legislature all but ignored his initiatives.
I've taken them across country by myself while my wife and at-home daughter were otherwise occupied. For approximately 36 hours -- 18 up and 18 back -- my 6-year-old never stopped asking questions. Answering machine-gunned questions from curious little boys is more exhausting than days of continuous pile-driving intercourse.
When you have kids, summer is less a vacation and more a challenge. Forget about those pastoral memories of your youth, when you and a friend jumped into the old fishing hole and caught toads for impromptu hoppin' contests -- it ain't like that around here. In fact, unless you have your very own pool, summer in the Bay area means finding ways to avoid being outside with your kids. And how many parents do you know -- these days -- who just send their kids out to entertain themselves for an eight-hour stretch? That's a surefire recipe for the kinds of kooky adventures that the DCF would frown upon, if they were competent.
David -- the husband -- is an old basketball player (whereas I'm a very old ex-basketball player), and has played for 30 years in a senior league in Indianapolis, on a team called "The Freudian Slips." During the last dozen years, at the beginning of each season, the player who's nearest to 50 reads the poem to the team; and the plaque commemorates this pleasant tradition.
All I ever needed to know, I learned at nerd camp. Four glorious summers spent at Duke Young Writers' Camp taught me the fine art of friendship bracelet-making, what to avoid at a cafeteria, the fact that my hands can't handle West African drumming, and a thing or two about diction from a rapping Quaker poet. I can't narrow down what exactly made nerd camp so fantastic that I returned three times, but as one of my poetry professors there would say, "Reasoning shit out won't keep you warm at night. Just spill out those fuzzy feelings on paper."
My first time traveling to see music was February 2001, when A Perfect Circle's Mer de Noms tour came to Florida and the easier access Orlando show sold out before I got tickets. At the time, I was barely three months into my 21st year, recently single, and so fiercely infatuated with APC that I went ahead and planned a road trip to see them in Ft. Lauderdale, convinced I could talk a few other adventurous friends into making the overnight jaunt with me.
Given the breezy brightness of this spring's weather, you could be forgiven for imagining that west central Florida constitutes a little slice of paradise -- especially in the manicured gardens outside the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art in Sarasota, where blissed-out tourists wander among the flora. As May progresses, of course, mid-day temperatures are taking a turn toward the infernal, but until the full heat of summer arrives a trip to the Ringling's grounds remains a heavenly option.
Romeo and Juliet at The Studio@620 is a production full of problems, beginning with the casting of Romeo himself. By choosing T. Scott Wooten for this storied part, director Bob Devin Jones made a wager that an actor of limited range could impersonate the greatest male lover in theater history, and convince us of a trajectory leading from infatuation to suicide.
This time of year, states north of Florida lead the good life. Just in time for the Memorial Day holiday, Mother Nature ushers in mild weather up there while she shoves torrid 90 degrees/80 percent humidity down my throat. But it signals the official beginning of grilling season and that's always a good thing. So grab what you got in the fridge and get cooking.
The summer movie season is already in full swing, with X-Men Origins: Wolverine and Star Trek racking up huge grosses. Still, the box office of those films pales in comparison to that of the biggest blockbusters of them all. But it's not all about the Benjamins, right? Some of the most financially successful films in history also happen to be some of Hollywood's most beloved.
You have to give props to the Tampa Theatre. Their annual Summer Classic Movie Series is the best game in town for catching the greatest films in Hollywood history on the big screen. Past years have seen films as varied as Raiders of the Lost Ark, King Kong and West Side Story play to packed houses. And really, isn't a historic theater dating to the 1920s the best place to see a flick from the Golden Age of Tinseltown?
Chevy Chase stars as suburban everyman Clark W. Griswold, who drags his family across the country in search of theme-park Nirvana. The trip is beset by all manner of disaster (detours, accidents, dead relatives strapped to the roof, etc.), each one funnier than the last. Vacation was directed by Harold Ramis from a script by John Hughes and might be the best work either man ever did.
President Obama officially announces the new rules governing auto emissions and fuel economy standards, effectively bringing to a close almost a decade of debate on the topic.
Creative Loafing celebrates the launch of its annual Summer Guide issue with a party at Fly. Also today: Events celebrating businesswomen with moxie and artwork rich in metaphor.
Grant Rimbey CNU explores the origins of sprawl in the United States, describes the difference between sprawl and sustainability, and hints at a future strategy for moving beyond sprawl.
Live music tonight (Friday, May 22nd) to support release of compilation No Clear, No Eyes volume 2. This comp features 24 tracks and all Florida underground music.
The 2009 Summer Guide hits newstands today. To whet your appetite, here are two "My Vacation" videos featuring Studio 10's Holley Sinn and Jerome Ritchey.
Adam Miller, artistic director of Cirque du Soleil's "Saltimbanco," talks about touring with a complex production, what's "urban" about the show, and how he explores a city when he's on tour.
The results of this study are hollow and akin to discovering how the use of electric heat, as opposed to gas heat, influences the temperature at which water boils. The point of stimulation in Acupuncture is the issue, not the device that is used to stimulate the point.
Like many people in America, I am intrigued by young, talented singers kids whose sweet voices cause the hair on my arms to raise. Naturally, I fell in love with Tuesday night's premiere of Fox's Glee.
But as I rolled by Sea World, Disney World, and all of the hotels on i4, I could not help to think about all of the energy, waste and water that is being produced to sustain them. All of that aside, way to go Orlando! Solar power and green initiatives, are we not speaking loud enough in the Bay area?
you will be reducing waste you have bagged, picked up and incinerated, while adding essential enzymes, nutrients and minerals back to our starving soil. You will notice seeds sprouting up all over, tomatoes, eggplant and squash from your compost. I plant and grow these volunteers with good results.
Live more consciously aligned with the natural world by following some of these easy tips. All of these recommendations cost us little to no money at all.
Baker: "I go to a place thats kind of like a summer camp for families (in North Carolina). Every night they have either square dancing or some sort of music or karaoke in the big pavilion."
Don't judge poor Paula till you've sat in the judge's seat yourself: A report from the GaYbor Karaoke Idol competition at Streetcar Charlie's, plus a few afterthoughts on why we shouldn't be surprised about Adam Lambert's loss.