Saturday, October 20, 2007

SPAM

I tried Spam last night. I'm getting in the mood for the White Trash Party. I never knew what the hell the stuff was. Now I do. This has not enriched my life in the least, but has given me noxious gas and bloating. Can you get Irritable Bowel Syndrome from Spam? Seriously. I had to take two tagamets.
I cut it up into patties and pan-fried it. Holy hell it stunk. It's almost convinced me to go vegetarian.
The Mud Wrestling pit is coming along very nicely. Got it all dug out yesterday. Today i'm laying the tarp and filling it back in. I'm thinking i'll add clumping cat litter -- it has a high clay content and will make it a bit more slippery... Rather expensive additive... but our entertainment depends on this.
No other news to share.
Oh, Ron is coming over this morning so we can practice our bad-ass Meatloaf karaoke. It'll be da shit. Or just shit. ~WE~ will have fun.
I'm caring less about how the house looks and focusing my energy on how much fun I want everyone to have.
No, i gotta go fry up some balogne for the party. ;)

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

September and October Turns

I'm just going to roll this into one trip-report. All zero of you who read this better not complain!!!
Went to Mt. Hood on Sunday the 30th of September. How's that for cutting it close? Saturday was a great day of paddling on the Middle White Salmon and going out to listen to Tony Furtado. I did not kayak but rafted. Just not ready to kayak on the MWS. I'm a better paddler than i was when I broke my neck there, but I haven't dedicated the time to it that I should... and I still have some mental issues about whitewater. ~sigh~ well, that's a different story. Anyhoo, it was a beautiful day with some great folks.
The next day I met CornDog up at Mt. Hood. It was pissing down rain. Warm. Sticky snow. In sum, it sucked. Well, in as much as skiing could ever suck, that's how much it sucked. It was better than a day on the couch. CornDog's a good-natured guy, and brought his dog, Annie. Oh man is she a cute dog. She's got this crazy wire hair like a terrier, and a whiskery face.
Anyway, so he seemed pretty knowledgeable and he led us up the hill and we skied back down a ditch. The snow was sticky and stiff and bleah. Rocks were visible and it was actually a bit scary, especially since i didnt' have a helmet or kneepads. duh.
We then went to the lodge and had a hot cuppa cocoa. Decadent. It really was a great day.
Then this last weekend (the 6th?) I went up and did it again. This time i met Jamie and we had our dogs. We met CornDog and another guy (justin) in the parking lot and did the same run that CD and I did the week before. No rain. Decent snow. Much better coverage than the prior week. It was really a lot of fun with a great group and the dogs had an absolute blast. Of course we had hot cocoa and beers in the lodge afterwards.
September and October turns are in the bank.
Oh, and i got some good news -- i think my ski buddy is coming back to town. That'll be good for me, i might learn to ski! :)

Monday, October 8, 2007

August turns

Ah, I've been remiss. Time to catch up!!
The Wedding Singer
I went to my friends' wedding reception. Oh man, it was just beautiful. It was totally a party all about their friends. These two are so generous, so thoughtful. They had a beautiful outdoor reception in their amazing backyard, had it catered, and had a really fun playlist of songs. They also bottled and labeled a bunch of wine with their own personal label. Very cool.
I spent the evening dancing and drinking wine. uh oh.
I went to my car at some point and got my sleeping bag and stuff -- i had a sense i might need it. I decided to move my car to a parking spot closer to the house. A nice guy walked me to my car. That comes into play later.
Anyway, so i sacked out on the floor and awoke a few hours later in desperate need of coffee and some muscle relaxant for my neck. Uh oh. hungover. I slung my sleeping bag over my shoulder and headed for my car. "The Nice Guy" was sitting on the porch, waiting for someone to pick him up to go for a bike ride. He whistles at me, "hey, where are you going?" I say, "my car". He points to the driveway.... oh... oops...
Failure to Thrive
I got my ski stuff and headed for Biggs to meet Brian. I was late, shakey, and feeling ill. My eyeballs hurt. For the love of god i'm a 37 year old woman partying like a 19 year old frat-boy. This is embarrassing! I got to the truck stop and didn't see Brian so I headed to the ladies room. I don't even know what i was wearing, just some ratty old p.j.s i think. I came out of the bathroom and Brian was standing there. "Oh my god you look awful, put your glasses on and do NOT take them off!"
Brian's a great friend, the best a girl could ask for. He piled my crap in the jeep, swaddled me back into my sleeping bag, shut my door for me (nice and quiet like) and drove up to Hood. Didn't wake me until we were on Hiway 35 and there was Mt. Hood, advertising, "for a good time...." Oh man it was beautiful. I went back to sleep.
We skied. Mostly Brian kept trying to make me throw up in hopes of getting it out of my system....
"Think of a nice, thick, greasy pork sandwich on soggy bread, served in an ashtray..."
Finally, he wailed, "what have you done with Teresa????!!!"
Sorry dude.
We called it "Failure to Thrive" and I failed to Thrive pretty much all day.
Skiing consisted of ~turn, turn, turn... head to the side of the run and try to throw up.... turn, turn, turn~
We stopped at a mini-mart on the way to Hood River after skiing. Brian came out with about 6 jugs of gatorade, some advil, and a pack of gum. Dude knows how to treat a hangover.
By Hood River I was about 80% myself so we had dinner at a pub there and came home.
Truly, it was fun. But damn, i'm too old for drinking that much red wine.
Emily: "Oh my god you skied the next day???"