We decided to spend St. Patrick’s Day in Seaside, doing as the locals do – nothing special. Our day started with a quick walk on the beach; the walk would have been longer but it was freezing cold and it started to pour.
We then went into town for breakfast, hit up the arcade, and returned to the rented beach house where we decided we would go back into town for dinner and libations.
After dinner, and before we started pub crawling, we ended our time at the restaurant with an Irish Coffee and a shuttle/taxi service recommendation.
We we arrived at the first bar, grabbed a table, ordered a round of drinks, and sadly learned they weren’t doing karaoke this evening and neither were any of the other (there were two other) bars.
They were, however, hosting a dance party, featuring “classic, unheard of, and soft rock.”
Our first round of drinks arrived and we quickly discovered this was not a top, or middle, shelf establishment – their well drinks were going to make us quite unwell. The second round we ordered, in hopes of avoiding or covering up bad liquor, were shots. It was around this time that the music selection started improving so we decided to take over the dance floor – an easy feat since nobody else was dancing.
After a few songs we sat down and ordered a round of martinis. The server brought us our drinks and our bill. “What time is it?” “Did you announce last call?” We asked. “I’m cutting you off,” he replied. “Why?” We asked. “Oregon law,” he flatly replied. “But we aren’t driving or even walking home – we have a shuttle service lined up,” I informed him. “Doesn’t matter. Oregon law says if someone appears intoxicated we can’t serve them.” “Did that law just go into effect? I was here a few weeks ago and it definitely wasn’t enforced then,” I said. “Have a good night,” was his only reply.
ln true Irish tradition we did not let this get to us and, instead, walked to the nearest bar and finished off St. Party’s Day in style – with a shot that would guarantee we would be still be green in the mornin’.