Well I have actually been quite busy these past couple of days. I had like a mini-tour of the state of Oregon. It's funny because ever since I've been in my new apartment, most weekends are spent buying little odds and ends for the apartment, thinking about what I am going to eat for the next meal, or gettin cozy in front of about 4 straight hours of NCAA 08 at a time. Now don't get me wrong, a weekend spent like that is perfectly fine with me.
Saturday night was a trip to the Oregon Coast. I actually sorta tagged along with a group of friends that I didn't really know, so I was happy to just be along for the ride. It's always nice to make it out to the coast, even if practically all you can do on the Oregon coast is LOOK at it. (Yeah, you really can't swim in it or tan or anything you usually do at the beach...) It's still just awesome, and hey I call it home.
So the group of people that I was with had planned to stop off first in the town of Banks. Actually, I don't think you can call it a town. I think it's really just a place that you turn around at if you find you're heading the wrong way on the highway.
So they had some races going on there. Cuz people gotta go somewhere when they want to race right? Anyway, there was a very interesting mix of people in attendance. Now I love all kinds of people, and accept all groups of people. But when I walked in the gates and sat down the first thought that I had was "Damn, I forgot my Kenny Chesney t-shirt." No kidding, I really did forget it. I didn't get the memo.So I like Nascar and racing is just fine and dandy, but it's a lot less fun when it's dirt racing and the dirt is either on the track or in your eye. It's never anywhere else. It's gotta be either in the eye, or on the track. Along with my Kenny Chesney t-shirt (I think I saw about three other Kenny shirts there), I also forgot my safety goggles. I have to admit that I wasn't feeling 100% before we even left, so that probably contributed to me not having the most fun time possible. Oh and plus, I wanted to get to the beach.
I was gradually getting worse, so when we did get to the beach (about 2 hours after arriving at the races in Banks) I just wanted to crawl up in the fetal position and go to sleep. I had completely lost my appetite earlier in the day for some unknown reason (I still don't feel like eating anything.) and so that was probably why my health was digressing at ten minute intervals.
Instead of sleeping however, we all went and chilled on the beach. Actually, it didn't look like an actual beach, because it was pitch dark. But it did sound like a real beach, so it was good enough. We all sat in a circle just drinkin beers (not me) and smokin weed (not me again). I don't know if it was a really fun time or just a really boring time. All I could think about was how tired I was. And that's it.
So has anyone ever tried to visit the Oregon Coast on Labor Day weekend, didn't book a hotel room ahead of time, came up with the idea that you should probably stay overnight since it was so late and then spent a half-hour driving around trying to locate the cheapest motel in town just to have a bed to sleep on? Anyone? Me, I've been there. And the answer is no. We did not come close to finding anywhere that had room for 7 half drunk/stoned people.
So no one really wanted to drive all the way home that late at night...but we did. We had to. There was NOWHERE to stay between here and the coast. This kind of trip usually takes planning, and now I know that. So I didn't have to drive, but was in and out of sleep the whole drive home. Got home and asleep by about 4 am and proceeded to have the WORST nite's sleep of my recent memory. More on that later.
