My husband and I have our birthdays fairly close together. So we decided to take a long weekend to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day and our birthdays with a trip to the beach. Not some tropical beach, but one of our lovely ones here on the west coast of Washington State. This time of year we are very likely to have rain, hail, thunderstorms, and great gusts of wind. We LOVE it! It may not make for such great beach combing weather, but we still get out there. This year we saw more deer than ever before. This yearling was out on the cliff over-looking our stretch of beach.
We started talking about going to the beach a few days before we left, and even that was a bit much for the little Miss to take. She wanted to know why we didn’t go to the ocean before we went to school.
We did have one major disappointment in our weekend. We wanted to have dinner at the local Irish Pub & Restaurant on Saint Patrick’s Day. I called about a month ahead to see if we needed to make reservations. I was asked how many there were going to be in my party and I said two adults, and a child. I was informed that unless we had a very large party that it was pretty much a free for all. So, we arrived at the condo, unloaded our car, and headed for the pub. We arrived at 5:45 and were told that we would not be seated or served since they weren’t taking kids after 6PM. We were the only ones in line, and there were empty tables. I was MAD. If I had been informed of this when I called, we would have stopped and eaten before checking in at the condo unit. I understand that St.Paddy’s day is a big night for them, and that we weren’t likely to be staying all night drinking the place dry, spending large sums on a bar tab. But, I do not see how being rude to your customers is going to benefit you in the long run. The waitress who originally made the comment was polite and apologetic. The manager who was consulted for confirmation was very rude about it. My lovely husband said no problem we’ll just go tomorrow for lunch. Oh Noo! If my patronage isn’t good enough on your busy night, then it’s not good enough at your slow time either. It is really too bad since they have amazing food. I guess I’ll just have to learn how to make Irish Soda Bread and Fo Far Bridie with Whiskey Cream Sauce over Colcannon myself. My husband would love me forever if I mastered it. What better incentive to learn a new recipe?
We did have a wonderful dinner at Las Maracas, the little Mexican restaurant in town, just to spite them.
The weather Thursday night was pretty yucky. The wind was howling and the rain came pelting down. Em was pretty unhappy about sleeping by herself in a strange place with strange noises. So I crashed with her on the murphy bed, which was just about THE coolest thing she had ever seen in her five years. Thankfully she hasn’t asked for a “magic” bed for her own room!
Friday morning arrived dry! It was a bit overcast, but no rain! The sun darted out here and there during the day. We walked out on the beach and checked out the jetty that marked the entrance of the harbor. About every 15 minutes or so the breakers would hit just right and send a huge shower up and over the rocks. I got in a few good laughs. One at my own family and another at some foolish dude standing up on the rocks. Fortunately no one was hurt, my family had rain gear on and only got slightly damp. Dumb guy got a really good soaking.
We headed into town and picked up a replacement blown glass shade for a “trumpet flower” lamp. I bought two the last time I was in town. One met it’s demise at the elbow of my husband and the second felt the wrath of a flying stuffed bunny. I have moved the lamp. We bought two more, just in case.
After a dinner with a super sunset show, we went for a night time beach walk. The moon was huge, but mostly hid behind some scraggly clouds. That did not make the trip with the flashlights any less fun. After such a busy day, a warm bath was in order, with the aforementioned sharks. A cup of chocolate fudge pudding with canned whipping cream for dessert did us all in.
Until about 1 AM. I woke up and had to go look at the ocean. Apparently the tide was in and super high. About every 20 to 30 minutes a breaker would crash into the rocks at just a certain angle and shudder the whole condo unit. I am guessing that is what woke me up. It was fairly mild out, and I stood on the deck watching the surf for well over an hour in the moonlight. Not a bad way to spend the first hours of your 40th year on the planet.
That should be enough of my rambling for now. Part two tomorrow…