you're doomed to repeat the past and nothing is gonna last. I burned all your photographs.
Priest Lake 2005: The Vacation to Officially End All Other Vacations
The first thing you should know about my vacations is that they are with my family. Sure, you think, just like everyone else. Big whoop. I'll tell you the big whoop- THEY ARE INSANE. Kendall and I handled it how?
ALCOHOL!!!
Here's the breakdown:
*5th of Grey Goose
*5th of Jack
*5th of Seagram's
*5th of Tarantula
*5th of 151
Wakeboarding. I did it! hooray!
Kendall and I camped on Bartoo Island, where I built the world's most incredible fire and tended it for hours. We were rudely disturbed by boats at 1 am, which we found offensive. Other than that, it was rad.
Obviously, we ate about 300 s'mores. Went to Granite Falls to cliffjump, and inadvertently hiked 4 miles. In flip flops. And a skirt. Carrying a swim bag. But it was gorgeous, and well worth the sweat and mangled feet. We spent hours every day lounging on the beach and workin up a mad tan. We ate skittles and sandwiches and cold beers and hot dogs and POTATO SALAD and watched my parents do bull blasters, which was hysterical. Skinny dipping off the dock, wasted, at midnight. Puking off the dock, wasted, at one o'clock. haha.
Ryan Adams and the Cardinals concert in Sandpoint on Friday. Marshall came, which was rad. Front row. More 151 and Coke, 5 bottles of merlot, a whisky sour, and two coronas. Amazing fucking show. Sneaking backstage. Meeting the band. Being a groupie in general, having the band sign my midriff, haha! Headed to the bar with Jon the guitarist and another whisky sour, this time a double. Laughing about how everyone is so tan and healthy, unlike in New York, apparently. Backseat driving home to Spokane- "Kendall, turn here. Kendall, put on the brights. Kendall, go faster." Backseat passing out.
We went to bed at 530am and sleeping in my own bed for the first time was an adjustment- there was no gravel! there was no awkward slant! there was no getting tangled in the sleeping bag! I woke up every hour on the hour til 11. Sucked.
After I spent the day unpacking and running dumb errands, I fell asleep for about 3 hours. Woke up just in time to head downtown! Marshall Kendall and I met up with Steveo and then Jo and Paul and then Steveo went home and then Jo and Paul went to Trickshot's, for god knows what reason. I had goose juice and coke, then a red apple, then a whisky sour and a red apple, then a red apple and a double whisky sour. that last one was on the house, thankyouverymuch.
We saw a real life crackhead. It was his 10 year high school reunion. West Valley. Good looking enough dude, I guess I was shocked that my first experience with a crackhead was not a twitching wreck on a sidewalk, he was a normal looking dude in a bar. Well, I mean he was a twitching wreck, but he was nicely dressed, and didn't weigh 26 lbs. It was so strange, I couldn't stop staring. I was fascinated. And too drunk to be scared, it must be confessed. :) We left after he projectile vomited on the bar, over the bar, and onto. my. foot. Mind you, I was standing a good three feet away from crackdude. As we were walking back to Marshall's, we saw two cops rush to a car, and we politely suggested they head over to pick up the crackhead from the bar, and they ignored us. But then I politely suggested to Marshall and Kendall that we watch where they drove to, and sure as shit, it was to pick up crackdude.
Last night I stayed out too late again. On a Sunday. After nearly a straight week of drinking. What am I thinking?
~(excuse me while i mention how odd it is. jo gave me pictures of berger and i.)
I am baaad at secrets. OOOOH but they're sooooo delish!
The first thing you should know about my vacations is that they are with my family. Sure, you think, just like everyone else. Big whoop. I'll tell you the big whoop- THEY ARE INSANE. Kendall and I handled it how?
ALCOHOL!!!
Here's the breakdown:
*5th of Grey Goose
*5th of Jack
*5th of Seagram's
*5th of Tarantula
*5th of 151
Wakeboarding. I did it! hooray!
Kendall and I camped on Bartoo Island, where I built the world's most incredible fire and tended it for hours. We were rudely disturbed by boats at 1 am, which we found offensive. Other than that, it was rad.
Obviously, we ate about 300 s'mores. Went to Granite Falls to cliffjump, and inadvertently hiked 4 miles. In flip flops. And a skirt. Carrying a swim bag. But it was gorgeous, and well worth the sweat and mangled feet. We spent hours every day lounging on the beach and workin up a mad tan. We ate skittles and sandwiches and cold beers and hot dogs and POTATO SALAD and watched my parents do bull blasters, which was hysterical. Skinny dipping off the dock, wasted, at midnight. Puking off the dock, wasted, at one o'clock. haha.
Ryan Adams and the Cardinals concert in Sandpoint on Friday. Marshall came, which was rad. Front row. More 151 and Coke, 5 bottles of merlot, a whisky sour, and two coronas. Amazing fucking show. Sneaking backstage. Meeting the band. Being a groupie in general, having the band sign my midriff, haha! Headed to the bar with Jon the guitarist and another whisky sour, this time a double. Laughing about how everyone is so tan and healthy, unlike in New York, apparently. Backseat driving home to Spokane- "Kendall, turn here. Kendall, put on the brights. Kendall, go faster." Backseat passing out.
We went to bed at 530am and sleeping in my own bed for the first time was an adjustment- there was no gravel! there was no awkward slant! there was no getting tangled in the sleeping bag! I woke up every hour on the hour til 11. Sucked.
After I spent the day unpacking and running dumb errands, I fell asleep for about 3 hours. Woke up just in time to head downtown! Marshall Kendall and I met up with Steveo and then Jo and Paul and then Steveo went home and then Jo and Paul went to Trickshot's, for god knows what reason. I had goose juice and coke, then a red apple, then a whisky sour and a red apple, then a red apple and a double whisky sour. that last one was on the house, thankyouverymuch.
We saw a real life crackhead. It was his 10 year high school reunion. West Valley. Good looking enough dude, I guess I was shocked that my first experience with a crackhead was not a twitching wreck on a sidewalk, he was a normal looking dude in a bar. Well, I mean he was a twitching wreck, but he was nicely dressed, and didn't weigh 26 lbs. It was so strange, I couldn't stop staring. I was fascinated. And too drunk to be scared, it must be confessed. :) We left after he projectile vomited on the bar, over the bar, and onto. my. foot. Mind you, I was standing a good three feet away from crackdude. As we were walking back to Marshall's, we saw two cops rush to a car, and we politely suggested they head over to pick up the crackhead from the bar, and they ignored us. But then I politely suggested to Marshall and Kendall that we watch where they drove to, and sure as shit, it was to pick up crackdude.
Last night I stayed out too late again. On a Sunday. After nearly a straight week of drinking. What am I thinking?
~(excuse me while i mention how odd it is. jo gave me pictures of berger and i.)
I am baaad at secrets. OOOOH but they're sooooo delish!