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???"