I like to use “quotation marks”
It’s almost two am. I knew I shouldn’t have had that extra shot of espresso. But I’ve never been one to turn down an extra shot of espresso, even when I’m offering it to myself.
Did I mention that San Diego is great. I did (Cindigo cannot find the question mark in the darkness of two am, so please read: I did…question mark.) Well I’ll just say it one more time for emphasis….San Diego is great (exclamation point).
I had some funny stories, and deep descriptive descriptions to lay down…but now….I just don’t feel like it.
My parents are in town until Friday. We set them up at the Hilton with an upgraded room and a motorized cart for my step dad. It has a dial that can be set to “rabbit” or “turtle”. When I picked up the cart from the bell desk, I set it to “rabbit” and almost flipped it on the waxed tile entryway. X took it for a spin down the hallway of the twenty sixth floor and tried to flip it on purpose and got disapproving clicks of the tongue from my mother when he ran into the couch a few times.
The Hilton has a Star Trek theme throughout the casino, green lasers shooting over your head, Quark’s bar complete with Ferenges, the “Star Trek Experience” ride, and a replica of the Enterprise’s warp core. The warp core, for those of you who aren’t into Star Trek, is a huge clear tube filled with “electricity” and on the “real” Enterprise would be highly radioactive. The “warp core” has a metal railing around it and a sloping, circular ramp so you can walk around it admiringly as you pass to the next room.
As we approach it, my mom, who has no knowledge of Star Trek, asks me what this thing is. As I’m explaining it to her, my step dad comes flying from behind us on the scooter at “rabbit” speed. He’s heading straight for the warp core. He’s trying to stop the scooter by digging his heels into the ground, but still holding onto to the handle that makes it accelerate. I can feel all three of us holding our collective breaths in the split seconds that he is careening towards the plasma conductors and certain injury.
He stops less than a foot away. We exhale, and then laugh so hard we almost cry. I don’t know if the story translates, but I know that the vision of my step dad exploding out of nowhere heading straight for a perfect replica of the Enterprises warp core on a scooter seeming to be going sixty miles an hour, will be forever emblazoned in my memory.
Then we went to Quarks:
Mom: seriously states, “I’m going to have a ham-borg-er.”
X and I crack up a little because she sounds, determined, convicted and has no idea what a “borg” is.
Mom: “What? That’s what it says, ham-borg-er.”
X and I try to explain the borg and how everything on the menu is named after some Star Trek thing. She doesn’t see the humor. Then we order some isolinear chips and dip, a star fleet chopped salad, a drink called a phaser or photon something and a pizza that was in the shape of the star fleet triangle insignia.
I just can’t imagine what the next three days will bring.
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