Having just come back from my faux-vacation, I am still in my vacation mind-set. Of course, it could be the suitcase of unlaundered laundry I keep tripping over and the jug of margarita mix in the fridge. I am also doing a show tonight titled, “What Vacation?” so I’m thinking all things vacation related. Mostly how much I’d like to be back in Jamaica, playing in the sun and drinking another pina colada with a rum floater. Instead, here I am playing on my laptop, thinking about words. I am so much fun, I’m sure you can’t stand it.
One of the things that struck me is that I, in my apparent idiocy and global language ignorance, thought that “vacation” and “vaca” might somehow be etymologically related. Nope. I can safely assure you that “vacation” and “cow” have only one thing is common: the need to eat enough to fill four stomachs. I don’t know about the rest of you all, but I tend to go, ahem, hog-wild and eat like someone embracing gluttony. Unlike my bovine friends, however, I chew my food only once. And, of course, eat way more than alfalfa and organic grains. I like to get my alfalfa in the sprout form on top of a bacon cheese burger and my organic grains in a frosty glass. But whatever. Nobody wants to milk me or turn me into a steak, either.
Back to Vacaville and Margaritaville. Turns out Vacaville has its own mountains nearby that look like what you might imagine the central California valley might look. As in, pretty but could use a drink. I had hazarded a guess that the name comes from an earlier time when cattle ranching was the big thing in the area, but found out it comes from a Senor Vaca who originally owned the land. Shows how much hazarding a guess will get you. (Not much.)
I’ve never actually been to Vacaville as the closest I’ve come is viewing the sign for it from the freeway. Now, Margaritaville? I’ve been there. At least the one on Duval Street in Key West. And I have to say, I’m thinking that one ville looks a bit more attractive to me. But then, maybe it’s because I’m feeling a bit thirsty.
I think I’m going to wrap this up now now. I’m truly in the mood for some vacation time. In my case, it’s going to mean wrestling the kids for a pool noodle and a plastic tumbler of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. It’ll have to do until I find my lost shaker of salt….