Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Jack Tripper to the rescue!

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I joined Adrienne and her siblings in treating their father to a 70th birthday/father's day celebratory weekend at the Quinault Casino/Resort at Ocean Shores. Beachcombing and sunsets were the highlights, as one might expect. Drinking and gambling, on the other hand, proved to be a predictable debacle, albeit with comical highlights.

Saturday evening, a scrumptious-but-heavy seafood dinner at Alec's By The Sea was followed by watching the sunset with Ad and cocktails in our room. I drank much more than usual, since the food baby in my belly acted as a firewall to the alcohol - at least in the short term. By the time we adjorned to the casino floor for some late night gaming, the booze hit me like a collapsing ice shelf. One of my only recollections was throwing the dice off the craps table not once, but twice, I think. Surprisingly, I wasn't tossed from the casino, but not so surprisingly, I got murdered at the table games and slots. To my amazement, upon opening my wallet the next morning and expecting moths to fly out, I would find several dead presidents staring back at me.

The rest of the evening would be detailed to me by Ad and her sister Wendy the next morning, since I have no memory of it: After stumbling back to our room around midnight, I was so hammered that after sloppily brushing my teeth on autopilot, I returned to the sleeping quarters (now pitch dark). Ad and I were sharing a room with 2 beds with her sister, with a door to the adjoining suite where her parents stayed. Apparently, I proceeded to climb into bed with Wendy, until she barked "Wrong Bed!", startling a blind, disoriented, drunken Dane, who then scampered over to the correct bed, whereupon instead of walking around to my side, I crawled right over the top of Adrienne. A few hours later, I would rise, somnambulist-like, and crash about, unconsciously searching for asprin and the bathroom. After entering the closet and rattling the door to Ad's parent's room (thankfully locked), I achieved some measure of success and returned to bed til dawn.

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