Who Let The Dogs In?

Go To Jail

Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

Dateline: Seaside. Throwin’ Down and Throwin' Up.

The third installment of the ongoing campaign to devastate my liver and obliterate my cerebellum at the Annual Seaside Red Wine Festival took place this past weekend. In regards to the aforementioned goals, it was a total success.

For a laid back, adults only weekend, there were still lots of things to see and do:


There was a great view of the beach, which is no surprise at the beach:



There was good representation from the Cabana Man Beach Service and Umbrella Monopoly:



There was a Lilliputian picnic table where adults felt compelled to sit, no matter how uncomfortable:



There was a dog that had no shame:



There were chicken wings that my wife liked very much:


(There was also a guy lurking nearby on a celly who apparently liked my wife very much.)


There were people taking pictures of me taking pictures of them:



There were people looking at pictures of the pictures they took of me taking pictures of them:



There was yoga:



There was angry yoga:



There was inappropriate yoga:



There was the determination that yoga sucks:



There were revelers:



There were quitters:



And there was Katie, who has dogged me for years to put her on this blog:


Congratulations, Katie. You finally made it.