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Tuesday, 27 September
Holiday? Celebrate?

Well, this whole weekend was just one big fucking disaster. There's no getting around it. We set out for a nice road trip to the Oregon coast to relax, get out of town, get away from work and all . . . and it all ended up in the fucking dumper.

For one thing, the traffic? It was not entertaining at all. Me, when I go on the roade, I want traffic, and lots of it. I want miserable, endless jams, say around Olympia, the kind where I can lean my head out the window and chat with my fellow roadmates. "Hey!" I always like to say, "That sure is an ugly dog you've got!" In this way, I bond with my roadmates. Another one that always prompts good conversation is to mention someone's wife, like, "Whoo-whee! I can smell your wife's nasty business all the way over here! You need some Febreze?" I can't tell you how many times this has opened up a conversation with a stranger on the freeway--"Look at this guy pound on my window!" I like to observe, while the wife cowers.

But on this trip? We got jack shit. Not one time did we even hit a slowdown, and so by traveling, on average, at about 75 mph the entire time, we lost our chance to really engage with some decent folk.

When we got to Seaside and checked into our hotel--a stately establishment dating back at least several months--we noted happily that there were a bunch of school buses parked in the lot. Hey! Our weekend was to be blessed--BLESSED!--with the presence of several dozen young teenagers. And sure enough, our hotel room was directly above the swimming pool, where the delightful youngsters frolicked. Audibly. We rested our heads, that first night, our rapturous heads on our pillows, as the adorable tots below us shat freely into the pool and hit each other over the heads with cheap plastic bongs. (When will our youth discover apple bongs? I ask you.) Sadly, the pool closed at 10:00, forcing the unhappy teens to glumly skateboard on the pavement outside our window, and they bellowed and lowed like wayward buffalo as they clattered along the urban plains. I cheered myself for a while by pitching my butts at them as they skated. (Yes, it was a nonsmoking room, but I AM SUCH A REBEL.)

It was time to go to a bar. We discerningly picked a place called the Bridge Keeper (I think), mostly because, uh, it was closest. The tavern was filled with what seemed to be locals, and they stared at us for a little while, but we fearlessly took a table anyway, because, like I said, it was the closest bar. And we weren't really in any danger anyway, but it's fun to pretend. We got a couple drinks and settled in, and soon enough the terrifying locals all . . . went home, at about midnight or so. Feeling unjustifiably menaced by Oregon coast locals? My suggestion: wait for the witchy hour of midnight, and they all get tired, apparently. We wandered over to the Megatouch game, feeling ballsy, and I'm proud to say we murdered that fucker: we easily toppled the existing trivia champs--named "CUPPAPOOP" and "CORNHOLE"--in the music category, and only narrowly missed taking the top spot in the "Erotic" category, thanks to a question about the motility of pig sperm. Thanks a lot, pig sperm! You suck.

More to come later as I describe the TERRIFYING SPECTACLE that is . . . Cannon Beach, Oregon. Seaside never looked so good. No, seriously . . . Seaside never looks good at all. It mostly looks like an old man in ratty overalls that are stained with gravy. And good luck finding cigarettes! Anywhere! Honestly, Seaside is a pretty dumb town.

Is it as dumb as Cannon Beach? I'll have to think about that.

Roam | Skot | 27 Sep, 2005 |

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Motile pig sperm --- how, um, erotic.

Comment number: 005597   Posted by: Elsa on September 27, 2005 04:05 AM from IP: 130.111.18.138

And here I could've gotten you a beachfront condo at the south end of the Seaside boardwalk, out of the way of the kiddies, for $60 a night. Hit up the locals, man! Just never *ever* eat at the Pig 'N Pancake. *shudder*

Comment number: 005598   Posted by: Orygun on September 27, 2005 05:13 AM from IP: 71.32.121.237

The Pig 'N' Pancake is prime. Golden. Sweet. I have socks with the Pig 'N' Pancake logo on them, is how much I like the Pig 'N' Pancake.

Comment number: 005599   Posted by: Kate on September 27, 2005 09:21 AM from IP: 161.114.32.113

Hey, we saw the Pig 'N Pancake! I believe our reaction was, "Uh . . . no."

Comment number: 005600   Posted by: Skot on September 27, 2005 09:28 AM from IP: 66.150.9.2

I've got a nice quiet motel in Gearhart, a nice quiet town just two miles north of Seaside. Next time you venture this direction, ask your faithful readers for the straight poop! Sounds like a little advice could have saved you a lot of aggravation.

Can't wait to hear what you think of Cannon Beach!

Comment number: 005601   Posted by: Katee on September 27, 2005 07:22 PM from IP: 71.36.108.171

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