The first day of summer arrived last week but with College Kid donning dress shoes for his full-time internship and High School Kid slinging a backpack over his shoulder for summer school, it felt more like work until my pal Brookie lured me to Malibu for a girls getaway.
At first I hemmed and hawed over playing hooky because, like most Americans, I feel sort of guilty about it. I should’ve called Dr. Glenn Braunstein over at Cedars-Sinai because he wrote the benefits of a vacation can help women problem solve, boost relationships and avoid coronary heart disease. As if that wasn’t enough ammo to get out of town, the American Journal of Epidemiology states the destination and length of your vacation are not factors to the health benefits.
On the drive along Pacific Coast Highway, I sensed these health benefits as the ocean view lulled me into a different headspace: less Gotta Get It Done and more I Need to Do This More Often. Two things happened by the time I reached Zuma: I forgot my To Do List and my hair turned crazy-frizzy.
We set a course for the sand. Plucking sea glass from the shore and swapping stories, we hardly checked our phones. (Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration.) At some point, we pocketed the phones and surmised a better idea would be fish tacos on soft warm tortillas, smothered in salsa and cabbage. I lost count of the iced tea refills and the laughs as Brookie and I watched the sun break through the cloud layer and light up the beach making it look postcard perfect.
We climbed the uneven railroad tie staircase and planted our lounge chairs on a grassy lookout over the sea. We didn’t count on having to wrangle our sunbrellas, which behaved like calves making a break to one side and then another.
With a few feet of rope and a lashing, we set things straight and enjoyed shade. The hours slipped by as we talked and read and watched the ocean change from grey-green to green-blue to shimmer sparkle blue-yellow over the course of the day. I felt my eyelids grow heavy and I did the most luxurious thing of all: I napped.
When I woke up, Brookie handed me a glass of cold Sauvignon Blanc refreshment.
Not my typical weekday. Or should it be?