I Spent Most of My Money on Hookers and Blow – The Rest was Just Wasted

My father-in-law is very generous, but he’s also one of the most literal people I’ve ever met. Each year he sends me a birthday gift, and curious about how I might squander it (usually it ends up in a mutual fund or money market account) then asks what I plan to do with his largesse. Invariably, I respond, “Hookers and blow, Stuart. Hookers and blow.” Despite the fact that he’s heard it before, for some reason this annual statement both confuses and frustrates him and he grumbles disapprovingly. Yet the next year we go through the same charade again. 

That’s why I chuckled when I somehow found out about a store called “Hookers and Blow” across the continent in Westport, Washington. The name is even more clever than it appears at first – they specialize in both slow pitch jigging and kites (not the fishing kind of kites), the former connoting “hookers” and the latter depending on the “blow.” 

Even if you never make it there, you can stock up on some of their logoed apparel and other items. The shirts are nice, but if you’re truly hard core about hooking their proprietary hand towels and chapstick may have even more use.