Oregon left an impression on me that supplanted the typical allurement of travel and left me feeling incredibly small.

The world is (pretty much) ending, and I'm bummed about it.

Well that escalated quickly.

I guess we never really appreciate the good stuff until it's gone, eh?

Where time moves as slow as the waves

Where the sunsets perfectly over the ocean every evening.

Where the beach is always right beside you.

Where the "No shoes, no shirt, no service" rule is out the window.

2018 went by so fast I don't think it really happened.

This morning I woke up with a pit in my stomach and excitement in my eyes.

I've bartended a lot of events in this place that were literal shit shows.. but this? This totally rules.

2017... welcome to your tape.