I have a little self-control issue at Edgefield, like the proverbial kid in a candy store if you substitute beer for candy. This particular night, the problem is a little worse than usual: Game 7, Lakers-Celtics at 6pm on the tvs in the pool hall and a live band (also at 6pm) on the lawn – Dangermuffin, on tour from Charleston SC.
So after fighting the freeways to get here – suburban Portland traffic really is quite sucky – I arrive, book a room in the men’s dormitory ($34 incl tax), take a full fifteen minutes(!) of time to chill out, then headache be damned, I’m off to find the fun!
Out of all their 10 or so bars, only one has teevees, the basement pool hall.. Normally a good thing, but not on game seven night! But anyway, that bar is only a coupla hundred yards from the band, so my early evening is taken care of nicely.
This being grown-up Disneyland, you can walk around with your drink anywhere on the grounds (except the soaking pools), so I could blow off the game at a commercial break or halftime, and I could blow off the band at a set break or boring song, walk 80 yards and maximize my fun! The band was pretty good; the game was torture. I blew off the game with about two minutes left to catch the last set of the band, and the fact that when the set ended there was still about 20 seconds left in the game tells you a lot about the modern NBA’s enslavement to the needs of television.
Grab a bathrobe at the desk (love those bathrobes!) then off to the soaking pools. Then … oh my goodness it’s happy hour again! On of the more charming traditions of the McMenamin’s empire is the second happy hour from 10pm to closing in all their many, many bars. For some reason, probably just the sheer excitement of being in adult Disneyland, I have three more beers, which made the grand total for the evening way too many for me.
But I did sleep well in the men’s dorm.
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