Ken, stop sleeping around

This weekend was beautiful... sunny and around 60-65. On Friday night we decided to go down to Newport the next morning for the Seafood & Wine Festival. Drove 2.5 hours and got there around 2:30.... plenty of time to eat and drink before they closed at 6. When we got there, we saw an insane line twisting as far as we could see. A guy towards the front of the line said they've been waiting for THREE hours. And that was just to get in. We couldn't rationalize it... wait three hours to pay $12 each -- and then we still had to pay for our food. Retarded. We got back in the car and headed up the coast.

Instead of the festival we stopped in Depoe Bay for lunch -- clam chowder, oyster shooters, oyster sandwich for ken, halibut sandwich for me. Ken got a beer while I had the glass of wine that I'd promised my body along the 2.5 hour drive down. I owed myself some seafood and wine. What a fun lunch. Originally, we were going to camp that night next to the festival. But since it was 3:30 and we had no festival to attend we decided to head north towards Netarts Bay near Tillamook (where Sara's family is building a house. By the way, we saw the property and were very jealous. Simply beautiful and peaceful). I'd never taken the seaside road to get there -- Ken had before. Seemed like every little nook we were visiting, he'd been there before. When we get to our campsite, Ken goes "oh, I've been here before". Grrr.

I wanted it to be the first time for both of us.

"But honey, it was only one night. It didn't mean anything to me. I was thinking of you the whole time."

Ridiculous.

We walked on the beach and talked about our plans while looking for sand dollars (we found one; I was very excited). It was awesome to see everyone walking along the beach, some sitting in chairs watching the sunset. What a cool experience. Next time we'll definitely bring chairs and get there with the whole day to spend just lounging on the beach. I can envision summers there easily -- with friends and/or dogs.

As it was getting dark, we headed back towards our camp. It was 5:30ish and we realized we didn't bring any food for that night or the next morning. No hats. Coffee pot but forgot the coffee. Nothing to read. No games. We're better campers than that, but apparently we just spaced. Instead we decided to head back towards Portland with a stop at the ice cream/cheese factory on the way home (closed when we got there; drats). Felt insane leaving the serenity of the beach for a dark drive home, but we wanted the whole day to play the next day and some hoopla concerning a developer owning half our backyard was on our minds (but that's another story).

So we're back and we got to enjoy yet another beautiful day of sunshine. Now we're watching the Oscars and thinking of Julie Miller. Can't wait until next weekend.

PS We decided we're going to repaint our bedroom since nighttime makes it looks like a dinner mint threw up all over the walls. Argh.