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I'm hooooooome!!!
And I just finished the best vacation ever...it was so entirely perfect. So un-vacation, for me at least. I had my best friends, and we could sleep in every day, and do whatever we wanted, and we were somewhere new, and it was pretty outside, but no one knew us so we could be crazy, but someone knew their way around so we could actually do stuff!!! It was AWESOME!
Oregon is beautiful. Seattle is beautiful. We got there, and it was clear and sunny and there was the ocean...and it was like 60...just so perfect. And there were flaming liberals everywhere, screaming about Bush and smoking pot next to the water. We did my favorite activity - singing in cars - constantly. And we talked about nothing, and seriously never really stopped. Maybe we got a little tired of eachother, but...no not really. Even on the way home we were talking. Laughing.
On our first day, we went into Portland, just the girls. They have this thing called Saturday market, and it's basically like the popcorn fest, only the people who sell stuff aren't trying to rip you off, and there aren't stupid children/bees everywhere. I bought a skirt, a beautiful little skirt! Brandy got a poncho and some Chinese sandals with an Asian feminist band on them. Courtney got hot pink Thai fisherman pants. The best part of the Saturday market, in my opinion, was the wondrous food court. There were like 20 fricking little booths in this food court, and when I use fricking in this context, it is a good thing. And it wasn't elephant ears and popcorn...they were all from different countries!! WHOA!!! Like...Himalayan food! Thai food! Hawaiian food! Completely random food! It was awesome. The food...was my favorite part of my vacation. I ate good, and I ate a lot damnit. I have rediscovered my joy. I think I spent half of my money on food on this trip, and you may think that is normal. However, I was only responsible for one meal a day. That is a lot of snacking.
We went on a couple of trips...for instance, we hiked up a waterfall. Doesn't that sound lovely and naturalistic? Well it was. It made me naturally want to kill people who are against elevators, fricking morons. We climbed a mile...uphill...to the waterfall. I was dying. And I'm supposed to be healthy or something. The worst part was, you feel such a great sense of accomplishment after climbing all the way up there...only to see a 100 year old man and 10 million little kids who are breathing fine. Seriously. Of course, I shouldn't be complaining immediately after telling you about my food patterns. We went to the Pacific Ocean one day too. It took awhile to get there...and we stayed for about half an hour...but it, AGAIN, was gorgeous. However, if I could describe it in one word, it would be: FROTHY. And that isn't an inside joke. It's really how I would describe it, quite honestly.
So you want to hear about my wild, sexually explicit spring break escapades? It's so unfortunate that I return with none. I didn't really see any guys the entire time. Well, rather, I didn't speak with any. One night, our last night, we prepared to do our inaugural clubbing...but alas, it was not meant to be. The Quest, the trashiest underage club in Portland, failed us. We went, thinking it was Ladies Night, as every Thursday supposedly is, but they were FRICKING CLOSED!!!! Then, some random men directed us to the only other underage club in the city....which was a gay club called Panarama, whatever that means. So it was no Cancun, and devoid of sex, unless you count the 8 hours of Sex and the City that we watched.
Some other random memories from my vacation that you may or may not be interested in reading about:
- passing by a drunk Asian man laying across a stairwell and hearing him tell Emily's dad that he was his long-lost uncle
- playing Scattegories with Erica (FOR EXAMPLE: Something black that begins with the letter L -- Ludacris; A mode of transportation beginning with K -- kantrain; Something round beginning with J -- Jewish faces, fat ones)
- having a man come up to Brandy, and upon seeing her shirt asking her if she was "into Ghandi and all that meditation stuff", then asking her if she believed in Jesus too...when she says yes, he then chides her for believing in multiple gods and tells her that Jesus is the only savior...then asks her if she's seen the "Jesus movie"
- yelling at the children neighbors from Emily's window...telling them that I was a ghost...then engaging in normal conversation/asking them about their lives as they rode their 7 year old bikes around the street
- watching Courtney dance around, snapping her fingers, for no appareant reason while wearing cornrows
I need to stop. Some of this should be kept sacred. I hope you have enjoyed my recap of........
MY OREGON VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND I HOPE YOU'VE HAD A LOVELY VACATION TOO!!!!
And I just finished the best vacation ever...it was so entirely perfect. So un-vacation, for me at least. I had my best friends, and we could sleep in every day, and do whatever we wanted, and we were somewhere new, and it was pretty outside, but no one knew us so we could be crazy, but someone knew their way around so we could actually do stuff!!! It was AWESOME!
Oregon is beautiful. Seattle is beautiful. We got there, and it was clear and sunny and there was the ocean...and it was like 60...just so perfect. And there were flaming liberals everywhere, screaming about Bush and smoking pot next to the water. We did my favorite activity - singing in cars - constantly. And we talked about nothing, and seriously never really stopped. Maybe we got a little tired of eachother, but...no not really. Even on the way home we were talking. Laughing.
On our first day, we went into Portland, just the girls. They have this thing called Saturday market, and it's basically like the popcorn fest, only the people who sell stuff aren't trying to rip you off, and there aren't stupid children/bees everywhere. I bought a skirt, a beautiful little skirt! Brandy got a poncho and some Chinese sandals with an Asian feminist band on them. Courtney got hot pink Thai fisherman pants. The best part of the Saturday market, in my opinion, was the wondrous food court. There were like 20 fricking little booths in this food court, and when I use fricking in this context, it is a good thing. And it wasn't elephant ears and popcorn...they were all from different countries!! WHOA!!! Like...Himalayan food! Thai food! Hawaiian food! Completely random food! It was awesome. The food...was my favorite part of my vacation. I ate good, and I ate a lot damnit. I have rediscovered my joy. I think I spent half of my money on food on this trip, and you may think that is normal. However, I was only responsible for one meal a day. That is a lot of snacking.
We went on a couple of trips...for instance, we hiked up a waterfall. Doesn't that sound lovely and naturalistic? Well it was. It made me naturally want to kill people who are against elevators, fricking morons. We climbed a mile...uphill...to the waterfall. I was dying. And I'm supposed to be healthy or something. The worst part was, you feel such a great sense of accomplishment after climbing all the way up there...only to see a 100 year old man and 10 million little kids who are breathing fine. Seriously. Of course, I shouldn't be complaining immediately after telling you about my food patterns. We went to the Pacific Ocean one day too. It took awhile to get there...and we stayed for about half an hour...but it, AGAIN, was gorgeous. However, if I could describe it in one word, it would be: FROTHY. And that isn't an inside joke. It's really how I would describe it, quite honestly.
So you want to hear about my wild, sexually explicit spring break escapades? It's so unfortunate that I return with none. I didn't really see any guys the entire time. Well, rather, I didn't speak with any. One night, our last night, we prepared to do our inaugural clubbing...but alas, it was not meant to be. The Quest, the trashiest underage club in Portland, failed us. We went, thinking it was Ladies Night, as every Thursday supposedly is, but they were FRICKING CLOSED!!!! Then, some random men directed us to the only other underage club in the city....which was a gay club called Panarama, whatever that means. So it was no Cancun, and devoid of sex, unless you count the 8 hours of Sex and the City that we watched.
Some other random memories from my vacation that you may or may not be interested in reading about:
- passing by a drunk Asian man laying across a stairwell and hearing him tell Emily's dad that he was his long-lost uncle
- playing Scattegories with Erica (FOR EXAMPLE: Something black that begins with the letter L -- Ludacris; A mode of transportation beginning with K -- kantrain; Something round beginning with J -- Jewish faces, fat ones)
- having a man come up to Brandy, and upon seeing her shirt asking her if she was "into Ghandi and all that meditation stuff", then asking her if she believed in Jesus too...when she says yes, he then chides her for believing in multiple gods and tells her that Jesus is the only savior...then asks her if she's seen the "Jesus movie"
- yelling at the children neighbors from Emily's window...telling them that I was a ghost...then engaging in normal conversation/asking them about their lives as they rode their 7 year old bikes around the street
- watching Courtney dance around, snapping her fingers, for no appareant reason while wearing cornrows
I need to stop. Some of this should be kept sacred. I hope you have enjoyed my recap of........
MY OREGON VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND I HOPE YOU'VE HAD A LOVELY VACATION TOO!!!!