You Say Arcayta, I Say Arcahta
It's overcast and a little rainy today, which as far as I'm concerned is perfect beach weather. I'm not much for the lounging and/or splashing aspect of beachgoing. I just like to walk along the sand and stare off into the distance like I'm considering asking my doctor about name-brand prescription medicine. So I drove out to the Humboldt Municipal Recreational Shoreline Sand Park or somesuch and did my thing.
Afterwards I went to a brewpub which will remain nameless because of what I'm going to say about it: Whoa. I got the biggest contact high from walking into the restroom. It was unoccupied, but judging from the smell a hemp convention had recently gone in there and played disc golf for a while. The waitress later explained that I had ordered my food just in time, because the cook had just disappeared. "Sometime he just goes off somewhere. I don't know what he's doing." My guess based on a careful examination of the available evidence is that he's getting totally fucking high. Good beer, decent wings.
After that I stopped into a vintage goods shop across the way and bought an Atari 2600 with five games. Then I came back to the hotel to sober up before I bought anything else. But, hey, I have Circus Atari in my hotel room, which is more than you can say.