The Fun Continues in Penticton!

After our trip down The Channel and our almost door to door bus service we made our way back to the hotel. At this point we still had some time to kill before our dinner plans....what to do, what to do? We decided to get a few more “supplies” and headed down to the beach. After the exhausting walk across a full two lanes of traffic to the beach, we settled in and relaxed our way through what was left of the afternoon.

After a healthy block of lounging time on the beach we realized that we should start to make eating dinner a priority. We had consumed a number of beverages throughout the afternoon but had eaten nothing since breakfast. We thought it to be a smart idea to put something in our stomachs since we wanted to make it through the night.  We decided to give Salty’s Beach House (http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/85/1435282/restaurant/British-Columbia/Saltys-Beach-House-Penticton) a whirl, mostly because of its Pirate theme and partly because of dinner guest’s recommendation. I once claimed that I would be willing to sacrifice a limb if I was guaranteed a lucrative, life-long career as a Pirate. Fortunately I have never been made that offer because I have professed my desire to be a Pirate if the presence of too many people to all of a sudden say I changed my mind when solicited by a Pirate Crew. Why do I love Pirates so much you ask? Because we share a key area of interest. We are both “all about the booty”!!

Pirate ambitions aside, we made the decision to have our evening meal at Salty’s. While we were getting ready at the hotel, 3 out of the 4 of us were ready and were just waiting outside on the patio chairs for the fourth member of our gang. We had left the door open and two boys in their early teens decided to take the opportunity to peek inside and see if they could see something they could brag about to their friends later. Shannon saw exactly what they were doing and scared them half to death when she yelled at them labelling them as “little perverts” much like Uncle Frank did to Kevin in Home Alone (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_LiqjMfOi8). Lucky for our friend and unlucky for the “little perverts” no one saw anything that they were not supposed to see.

Following all the excitement at the hotel we headed a few doors down to have us some dins. Unfortunately we were accompanied by a large number of other patrons who shared our thought on when was a good time to eat. There was nothing more that we could do than wait. Fortunately we were able to go back to our hotel and wait for our names to be called. This allowed us to wet our whistles and sit comfortably on our patio chairs basking in the sun, which had finally burst through the clouds to shine in all its glory. It was a fine way to “wait in line”. Shannon volunteered to be our go between to make sure that we didn’t miss our names when they were called.

The second trip back and forth she came to us with a celebrity spotting. She claimed that the hostess at the restaurant was a dead ringer for Daenerys Targaryen called Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, Trueborn Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, or just Dany for short J. She also came back with news that our name was about to be called so we better get our asses over to the restaurant or be forced to the back on the line.

Before we were seated we were greeted by none other than the Daenerys look alike. There was no mistaking who my wife was talking about because she was definitely the Doppelganger. She even obliged to pose for a picture with me and my creepy mustache…bless her heart. The reason why I was rocking a mustache on this occasion was because we had decided that our baseball team would grow play-off mustaches. It turns out that, once again, I was almost the only one. At least one other person did it this time. Not like on my team in the past that had let me down with the mustaches and another team of mine that decided to dye our hair blond since we were not old enough to grow facial hair at that time. The mustache is not a big deal because you can just shave it the next day….you can do the same with hair but that takes a long time to grow back. Needless to say I have yet to learn my lesson, I still have too much faith in other people participating in fun little events like that. Plus as much as I might say that I feel stupid being the only one, it still has an appeal to do it even if I’m the only one.

Once seated, it did not take us long to order another round of drinks from our server, who sadly was just another ordinary person. No more Game of Thrones look-alikes to get excited about. We ordered a round of beer-garitas. A margarita with and upside down Corona shoved into it, how fun! That was the beginning of the end of us that night.

Once the drinks started flowing again, the details of the night started to get a bit hazy lol. After our meals and drinks at Salty’s we made our way down the beach to the casino. The casino was not our destination for any gambling purposes, in fact I don’t remember even seeing any games. We were there for the dance club, and dance we did. It still being early in the night we decided to find a table to sit and ordered another round of drinks. It was at this point that our one friend, eager for an epic night, started to order shots. I will be the voice of reason and say I do not think any of us NEEDED any shots but who is gonna say no?! Be careful what you get yourself into, because once the shots started they just kept coming. Our friend was very generous! She kept ordering round after round even though we told her not to. She was too much of a Yes-Man (Yes-Woman??) that night.

Then we danced and danced and danced some more. Our moves were no doubt devastatingly awful but we didn’t seem to care, even to the point of going up on stage to show off our moves to the whole club. We didn’t get booed off stage, or at least if we did we were not able to here the boos, and that is how we spent the remainder of our time at the casino.

As the night changed to early morning my one friend told our other friend (his girlfriend) it was time to call it a night. She did not take kindly to that, she instead insisted that we go to the other hot spot The Mule (http://clubzone.com/places/the-mule-night-club-kelowna/). Luckily for us once we arrived she was content with ordering hot dogs from the vendor outside and heading home, rather than paying the cover for one more hour of fun. The hot dogs were an amazing snack to occupy us on our walk home. Mmm Mmm Mmm!!

By the time we got home it was close to 3:00am and I had to struggle to set my alarm on my watch for 7:00am the next morning. Not usually the amount of sleep I plan to have before a big baseball game, but hey nothing I could do about it at that point. We also had the task of trying to pack all our stuff that night so we had less to do in the morning. Not a fun task to be doing when all you want to do is pass out on the pull out sofa bed, but we struggled through it best we could and that was the end of our one day in Penticton!!