officially tradition
A bit late, a brief log of the June visit to Seaside : Eight days, seven nights, twelve women, and one adventurous man. Three dips down to Cannon Beach , one breakfast at Gearhart's bakery, six anchovies flung at the aquarium sea lions, one free pass to the Astoria column, and two stops for road work at the peak of the Astoria bridge. One forgotten novel, a clutter of trashy magazines, one prepped syllabus, and three pages of coloring book filled in. One game of Celebrity, four games of Quiddler, two games of Cards Against Humanity, and one sick celebration for Dumpers the hobo clown. Five long walks in the surf and one glorious bonfire. On the first true Monday of summer I took the scenic route to meet up with Kriste, my Junior High conspirator and still most reliable meet-up coordinator. While friends and family came and went for a night or a few, Kriste and I spent the whole week two blocks from the beach, in a house across the street from the one we rented last year. Th...