A Little Getaway

Spring Break is upon us.  School children have been released to the dismay of parents.  Teenagers head to beaches to the dismay of adults.  Teachers breathe a week long sigh of relief.

The Spring Breakers movie has apparently revealed for the first time just what happens on those college and high school vacations.  What’s most shocking is that people are pretending they didn’t know this.  My favorite spring break movie is a golden oldie that I must have seen on TCM:  Where the Boys Are with Connie Francis, George Hamilton, Jim Hutton and Paula Prentiss (according to IMDb).

So for today’s song list (mostly retro), I’ll include Where the Boys Are, by Connie Francis.  And some other beachy favorites.

Soak Up The Sun, Sheryl Crow

Margaritaville, or insert your favorite, Jimmy Buffett song

Fun, Fun, Fun, The Beach Boys

I Love Beach Music, The Embers

And then The Entire Soundtrack from Grease.  Just because.

For another version of a little getaway, here’s a very short story I wrote called A Little Getaway.Image.

Darlene checked the bag of stolen make-up as Earl’s Camaro shuddered to a pause outside the prison gates.  Five cartons of Nice’n’Easy – check. Seven tubes of Great Lash – check. One bottle of Jergens for Screamin’ Nina – free, no questions.

Earl put a rubber-band around the gearshift to keep the car in neutral, grabbed the crowbar from the back seat, then scuttled across the back of the car as low as possible to pry open the passenger door for Darlene.  She shimmied out of jeans and t-shirt, pulling her orange jumpsuit on over the Wal-Mart bag full of contraband fitted into the small of her back, right above the prison-issue granny panties.  When Earl reached her door she was ready.

“Damn baby, three hours ain’t enough with you.  I hate leaving you here.  Again.  You call my cell once you make it inside now.  Right?”

Darlene nodded.  “Right Earl.  I will.  You sure you can’t see this bag?”

“Nah baby.  You’re good.”

Earl leaned up against the passenger door, pulled Darlene toward him to give her a final kiss.  He glanced up the hill.  Nothing, just grass and trees and silence.

Darlene kissed him.  “Relax.  I’m good Earl.  I’ll make it back fine before the count.  As long as they ain’t looking for me.  And it seems like they ain’t.  It’s all quiet.”

They both started at the sudden sound of gravel crunching but it was just an old Chevy parking across the road.  A man in jeans and a windbreaker got out and headed toward the house.

“You’re a good man y’know, Earl?  I couldn’t of stood this place another day if you hadn’t of got me this morning.  I needed you in that motel room.”

She pressed her groin against him, hard.

“Don’t forget that.  It’s you I need, this shit for the girls is just extra.”

Earl groaned.  “Girl, don’t do that or I’ll take you right back to the motel and no Wal-Mart this time.”

Darlene giggled and ground against him tighter.  With her head on his shoulder, she could see a mile back down the road.  She heard a growling Harley, saw it approaching.

“Let’s get one of them bikes and just go.  God, I can’t wait til I get out of here for good.  Only a few more months Earl.”

Darlene detached herself and edged up the hill.  She heard the clang of the crowbar as Earl threw it into the floorboard and turned to wave.  But the man from across the road had returned and was looking at Earl too, was talking to him. As he started toward Earl, Darlene recognized Corporal Beatty.

He hadn’t seen her.  She scrambled several yards away up the hill toward the prison.  Beatty was in the middle of the road, shouting at Earl, so focused he didn’t see the Harley hurtling toward him.

“Beatty!  Beatty!  Move!”

Beatty jumped back at Darlene’s shout.  The Harley swerved, continued on.  Beatty shuddered, realizing she had saved him then motioned for Darlene to come down to him.

“Thanks for the shout,” he said.  “But that’s escape.  Two more years.”

“Yeah.”  She put her hands behind her back.