tomorrow afternoon my parents and i are going to lakeside for a bit. it is one of my favorite places, the most laid back and chill.
it’s on the lake and small and people ride bikes more than cars and it has a mini golf course and shuffleboard boards/tournaments and a little movie theater and a park with a metal slide that one year when i was 12 or so a lady gave my sister, cousin, and i some tin foil to sit on while we went down it.
it is a semi-religious gated community (or apparently a ~chautauqua~) and central to so many very specific and vivid memories for me.
the hotel lakeside with the air conditioner that dripped on my dad’s face as he slept. my cousin and sister trying and horrendously/hilariously failing to ride a rented tandem bike. going w/cousins and sister ALL BY OURSELVES to sloopy’s and ordering a pizza BY OURSELVES and eating it and paying for it BY OURSELVES and then going back to the hotel BY OURSELVES! wow! making tiger striped clay bowls and pen grips at the crafts building. watching in delight/horror as brad sherwood & colin mochrie called my parents onstage to assist them in a game of moving people. playing at the beach for too long and then going to the tiny movie theater to see star wars attack of the clones and being really irritated by my swimsuit rubbing against my sunburned shoulders. my sister not being very smart and running into the back of a car stopped at a stop sign on her bike and breaking her collarbone and the hospital having to rip off the tshirt she’d just gotten at bible camp and later eating watermelon at a cookout and chip richter giving her a signed cd for free and another anonymous person buying her a new, very nice bike which i was very peeved about because it was only her fault she got hurt and she was getting presents. the tiny black metal spiral staircase in the flamingo palace that lead to a microscopic loft where we slept and the HEAT. jumping off the pier (with life preserver) and cutting my feet on zebra mussels despite following all precautions the rusty metal warning sign had to offer. so many mayflies on buildings that i was too scared and grossed out to try to go into a bathroom. the thousands of tiny sandy glassy beads that coat the shuffleboard courts. watching fireworks over the lake perched atop the rocks at its edge and futilely trying to capture their excellence with our first, new digital camera. refusing to stay in the hoover auditorium for the sandi patty concert (that my mom was unsettlingly excited about). buying a jar of tomato sauce from sloopy’s and taking it home and using it exclusively for gross pizza bagels. buying mango flavored lip gloss at a tiny shop and sort of just eating it out of the tube because it tasted so good???