We did our annual Ocean Shores throw down this last weekend. The crew: me, Samuel, Cora, my buddy Mark and his son Alex who is 16 and the official vacation babysitter. Ocean Shores is on the Pacific coast about halfway between Seattle and Portland. It's a very wide beach so you can drive on it and play all day.
On this trip we decided to stay at the Quinault Casino & Resort. We partied at this joint last year and decided this year we would grab a hotel room. Very nice accommodations but overpriced. We probably won't stay there again but it is a cool place to party, except for the fat chick who wouldn't stop hitting on me Friday night. Fuck!!! I'm at the bar ordering yet another mojito and she stumbles over to me, "You're really cute. I'm buying you a drink." "No, that's OK here I'll buy you one." "No. This one's on me. Cmon, let's dance." "Oh God no!" Every time I went to the bar that evening I would have to deal with this. Finally, by the end of the night she scratched her cheek with her middle finger. Took her that long to take the hint. Wow. Finally, some other dude started feeling her up while she was falling out of her bar stool. Hope you put a helmet on that soldier bro.
Anyway, me and my buddy played blackjack until about four in the morning. He lost his ass but I broke even. We played with a really cool couple down there from Kirkland. We were rowdy and even made table rules. Whenever a new player wanted in, Marcella (the wife), would shout out, "Only fun people at this table!!" Good times, and the dealers and pit bosses were very nice. I made the mistake of taking a picture inside the casino. Within ten seconds I had three security guards on my ass. I apologized profusely and told them that it was just a party picture. They let me go and walked away. Whoops.
Next morning, me and Mark scraped up the kids, ate breakfast, and headed right back to the beach. All day!! Beer, sand castles, kites, picnic, good music, lots of people on the beach, and the sun finally burned through the clouds so we had sunshine for most of the afternoon. Around 3:00, Mark and I decided that we didn't want to go home and officially declared one more night in Ocean Shores was in order. The kids went nuts as you can probably imagine. So we partied hard for a few more hours, then found a motel room (a total dive but it served its purpose), took the kids to McDonalds and Subway, and then drove back to the beach. Some really cool people had an awesome bonfire going and shared it with us for a while. We played until about 9:00. It was dark and getting cold.
Drove back to the motel. The kids all ran over to the indoor swimming pool, and Mark and I parked our ass at a pub where we proceeded to drink whiskey. And a lot of it!! We met a cool couple there named John and Peggy. After a while, the four of us started bar hopping. By 2:00 in the morning, John and Peggy had already found a cab but me and Mark weren't ready to call it a night, yet. This is where it gets embarrassing. Somehow I woke up in a church. Let's just end it here.
Anyway, never a dull moment with me. Until next year...
Here are some miscellaneous pictures.