Vacaville or Bust
Friday, 7 pm, downtown Sacramento. LuAnne gets a new necklace that suits her just fine. This jewelry-related information has nothing to do with Vacaville or anything else documented in this entry. Please forget you even read these introductory sentences. Thank you.
Sunday, 2 pm, Sacramento Executive Airport. Susan and Carolyn board a tiny plane piloted by necklace enthusiast LuAnne Sloan. Susan is the unofficial copilot, as she is the only one onboard with a sense of direction. Carolyn has the backseat to herself. She couldn’t be more thrilled.
Sunday, 3 pm, Vacaville. LuAnne lands in Vacaville. “Vaca” means “cow” in Spanish, so it should come as no surprise that Vacaville is a fun, hip town. LuAnne, Susan, and Carolyn consider purchasing houseplants, eat ice cream at Fenton’s, and almost get lost in the airport parking lot.
Sunday, 3:30 pm, Vacaville -> Sacramento. In an apparent attempt to live more dangerously, Susan hands off copiloting duties to Carolyn. After Carolyn runs LuAnne through 49 different checklists, LuAnne takes off. “Crap, it’s starting to rain,” LuAnne says. “Is that a problem?” Carolyn asks. “Where are we?” LuAnne replies, thereby prompting Carolyn to hand the headphones over to Susan, who draws upon her navigational skills to determine their location.
Sunday, 5 pm. SoCal’s Bar, East Sac. LuAnne, Susan, and Carolyn swing by SoCal’s for a well-earned drink and a game of shuffleboard. Unfortunately, a flirty couple is in hour 7 of a 14-hour game, which looks to be the least effective pre-Valentine’s mating ritual ever. With LuAnne’s + Susan’s help, Carolyn photographs the couple without their knowing. Take that, Shufflelovers.