For my birthday, Margaret and I went to a bed and breakfast we like out at Depoe Bay. It's really relaxing--particularly the private balcony with jacuzzi overlooking the ocean. It's great to leave the door open a little bit to hear the waves all night (although a drawback of that is you have to get up several times during the night to go to the bathroom.)

When we walked in to town for dinner at The Sea Hag (the place has higher end food despite the name), we saw a restaurant with an ever MORE questionable name--The BLOW HOLE! How in the world does that instill appetite? When I hear blow hole, I think of a rotting beached whale or half chewed debris spewing out of a whale--neither of which says "fine dining" to me.

Getting ready to leave the bed and breakfast, Margaret picked up the room's guest book to sign it and so we started thumbing through the entries. Most of them were couples for their honeymoon or anniversary. One in particular, however, caught our eye:

(Shudder) I had no idea that we were staying in the Hotel Viagra! I also couldn't believe someone would write that in the guest book. Maybe I could have grossed future guests out with my entry: The sea, the quiet, the comfort. This stay did wonders for my leprosy--nothing fell off while I was here.