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The Honeymoon from Howard?
Apr. 14th, 2008 09:51 amAfter a perfect wedding, we headed back to my place and dropped off our gifts at home. There were only about four actual gifts - the rest were cards with moolah and gift cards in. We raked in quite a bit that way. Very nice.
Dan sat down for a few minutes while I got online to check my mail. He stared at me for some time and said, "It's weird to think you're my wife now."
Which is true.
Then we got the directions to the bungalow Stevi got for us and headed out.
Dan was wired still from the excitement of the day - I was quite tired. We drove and drove and I read all the signs to keep awake. Of course, some signs just have a picture on them and leave you to interpret them. I assume a sign with a fire truck on it means something like "FIRE TRUCK CROSSING".
At about 10.40 we arrived in Manzanita Beach and blithely headed for the house, where the key was to be in the mailbox. We drove down the road. We saw we were getting close to the house number. Then the house numbers jumped higher. We drove up and down and made turns. No luck. Dan knocked at a door and the lady had no idea. We went to another brightly lit house and the people, who had a sick little girl, were very kind and let us use their phone. I called my mother - she gave me Stevi's numbers. Both of them were apparently wrong. So we got online and took a screenshot of the map and very slowly cruised down the street one more time. I might add it was pitch black and almost impossible to see anything.
And... there it was, up a hill and practically out of sight. We went up to see if the house number was correct. It was. We went to the mailbox and opened it. There was nothing in there but a web of spiders.
So we checked our rental agreement e-mail thing again and saw that it was the mailbox at the OFFICE that was to have the key. Sigh of relief. Soon we would be in the house. We saw a raccoon by a trash can on the way to the office.
I was really getting tired and wanted to cry. I refrained because it wouldn't have done any good. Dan looked at the copper-fronted mailbox where they specifically promised the key would be.
It... wasn't there.
So we sat there and tried to decide what to do. Nothing was open motel-wise in Mazanita, so we went to Cannon Beach which was the next closest place and cruised around there. Nothing was open there either except for the Hallmark Resort. It was huge. The cheapest room they had was a queen bed, fireplace, no view for $89 plus tax. Room 136.
It was really a beautiful room. I stuffed my face with egg salad on white crackers and turned on the fireplace. It was 1.30 when we finally were able to get in bed and we both just went straight to sleep.
We had the room until noon today so we pretty much hung out inside until then. I called the office in Manzanita and they were horrified to realise that they had forgotten to put the key in for us. I was very kind and diplomatic and she said for us to bring in the receipt from the Hallmark and they would cut us a check to reimburse us since it was their fault.
In the afternoon we drove back up the coast and hiked some trails and beaches and that was fun. We flew Dan's kite on Manzanita Beach and stopped in Seaside to buy stuff for s'mores, rent a movie, and watch the sunset, which was really invisible behind the clouds, but we ate sandwiches and discussed the many possible reasons the street light in front of the car randomly blinked on and off. We went back to the Microtel where we had a tiny room that in no wise could hold a candle to the Hallmark, but it was nice. I cleaned off my filthy feet and flip-flops and we watched our movie (October Sky - very good).
We were amused by the fact that the entire wall behind the bed's headboard was a dark-tinted mirror that immediately called to mind the legendary mirrors that the hotel staff can watch through. If it was such a mirror, we kept them vastly entertained. I mean, who drinks an entire gallon of cranberry juice in one evening? *cough* I might add that Dan only had like one glass out of that entire gallon.
( Photo-laden appendix to post here )
Dan sat down for a few minutes while I got online to check my mail. He stared at me for some time and said, "It's weird to think you're my wife now."
Which is true.
Then we got the directions to the bungalow Stevi got for us and headed out.
Dan was wired still from the excitement of the day - I was quite tired. We drove and drove and I read all the signs to keep awake. Of course, some signs just have a picture on them and leave you to interpret them. I assume a sign with a fire truck on it means something like "FIRE TRUCK CROSSING".
At about 10.40 we arrived in Manzanita Beach and blithely headed for the house, where the key was to be in the mailbox. We drove down the road. We saw we were getting close to the house number. Then the house numbers jumped higher. We drove up and down and made turns. No luck. Dan knocked at a door and the lady had no idea. We went to another brightly lit house and the people, who had a sick little girl, were very kind and let us use their phone. I called my mother - she gave me Stevi's numbers. Both of them were apparently wrong. So we got online and took a screenshot of the map and very slowly cruised down the street one more time. I might add it was pitch black and almost impossible to see anything.
And... there it was, up a hill and practically out of sight. We went up to see if the house number was correct. It was. We went to the mailbox and opened it. There was nothing in there but a web of spiders.
So we checked our rental agreement e-mail thing again and saw that it was the mailbox at the OFFICE that was to have the key. Sigh of relief. Soon we would be in the house. We saw a raccoon by a trash can on the way to the office.
I was really getting tired and wanted to cry. I refrained because it wouldn't have done any good. Dan looked at the copper-fronted mailbox where they specifically promised the key would be.
It... wasn't there.
So we sat there and tried to decide what to do. Nothing was open motel-wise in Mazanita, so we went to Cannon Beach which was the next closest place and cruised around there. Nothing was open there either except for the Hallmark Resort. It was huge. The cheapest room they had was a queen bed, fireplace, no view for $89 plus tax. Room 136.
It was really a beautiful room. I stuffed my face with egg salad on white crackers and turned on the fireplace. It was 1.30 when we finally were able to get in bed and we both just went straight to sleep.
We had the room until noon today so we pretty much hung out inside until then. I called the office in Manzanita and they were horrified to realise that they had forgotten to put the key in for us. I was very kind and diplomatic and she said for us to bring in the receipt from the Hallmark and they would cut us a check to reimburse us since it was their fault.
In the afternoon we drove back up the coast and hiked some trails and beaches and that was fun. We flew Dan's kite on Manzanita Beach and stopped in Seaside to buy stuff for s'mores, rent a movie, and watch the sunset, which was really invisible behind the clouds, but we ate sandwiches and discussed the many possible reasons the street light in front of the car randomly blinked on and off. We went back to the Microtel where we had a tiny room that in no wise could hold a candle to the Hallmark, but it was nice. I cleaned off my filthy feet and flip-flops and we watched our movie (October Sky - very good).
We were amused by the fact that the entire wall behind the bed's headboard was a dark-tinted mirror that immediately called to mind the legendary mirrors that the hotel staff can watch through. If it was such a mirror, we kept them vastly entertained. I mean, who drinks an entire gallon of cranberry juice in one evening? *cough* I might add that Dan only had like one glass out of that entire gallon.
( Photo-laden appendix to post here )
