HUNGOVER PORTLAND

I have said it once, and I'll say it again: I LOVE THE INTERNET

Another day spent bleeding from eyes as I try to finish writing this thing that does not want to be written.

I take a breather on buzzfeed, and find the thing I never knew I needed to see:

It is Tom Selleck at a waterfall with a sandwich.  Everything will be okay; things around me are beautiful again, and I experience peace.

And there is so much more.

Geeky stuff that IS geeky.

I have this monster writing project going at work right now.  With my excessive wine consumption in its second week, the project is going slowly and I found time to catch up on some of my fave blogs.

Heartless Doll, recently put together an excellent list of things that people like to love because they think they are geeky but are actually cool.  Living in the crafty/cool nerd haven that is Portland, I lol'ed several times, because it is so fucking true.  I am sick of these over-self-identifying cool kids making the true geeks feel bad because, come on, they're still not gonna get a seat at the cool-geek table. 

I've composed my own list of stuff that is geeky that is actually geeky.  This is not comprehensive, or in any real order:

It's like the world just wants me to be happy.

Lady Gaga and Elton John will soon be performing together at the Grammys.

Fuck me, this is going to be awesome.

Turn on your televisions in 30.

And also:

I've been watching this a few times per weekend since it originally aired, and each time I laugh like a fucking idiot.

More Asian breakfasts in felony flats

Yesterday morning I got up at the asscrack of dawn after sending a wonderful friend off to California with copious amounts of alcohol.  I felt like shit and seriously wanted to watch cartoons but a friend was coming over to help Mr. Joneser change up our electrical...stuff?...and my job was to stay the hell out of the way and provide snacks.  My hangover begged for grease, my wallet (which was weak from a massive Home Depot excursion) asked me to be nice, and those hardworking boys needed substance.

I turned to Best Baguette, on Powell just above 82nd.  People kind of freak out about crossing 82nd, but quit being such fucking babies and get yourselves some delicious and CHEAP food. Best Baguette's thing is vietnamese sandwiches.  I like the vegetarian, which consists of fried tofu, some noodles, shredded vegetables, and a shitload of cilantro and jalapenos on crunchy, fresh french bread.  I hear the pork is also bomb.

And tell me this, you trendy eaters: where else in this fucking town can you get not 2, not 3, not even 4, but 5 large and awesome sandwiches for $14.55?  You can't tell me where, because there is no other place.

I was there for takeout at about 10:45am, and the place was packed with Vietnamese families.  It made me happy.  I'm so into diversity, I thought to myself, and gave myself a progressive liberal pat on the back.  Then I packed my tummy with salty grease and diet coke, and told that hungover to fuck the fuck off.  And it did.

You should go there some time.

Missing you, girl.

This will be a cold and rainy weekend in the city of roses.  I wish I was spending it at Rose and Raindrop.  Remember that bar?  There just isn't as good a place to drink a delicious bloody mary on gray days. 

It's a fucking bank now.

Sigh.

I miss that bar a lot, but especially on weekends like this one we're about to have.  I've tried to find replacements, but nothing else comes close.

Wine week

As I mentioned earlier, I had a lot of wine to drink last night.

I've been drinking quite a bit of wine all week, to be honest.

I've got an ill family member, which is stressing me out something awful and making it really difficult to sleep.  Last week I slept very little and was unproductive at work and cranky and unfun everywhere.  So this week I'm drinking enough wine to get sleepy each night so I can fall asleep quickly at 10:30.  Surprising nobody, I've discovered that I work so much better with a multi-day wine hangover than I do on little sleep.

It hasn't been a super fun party week, but it hasn't been super depressing either.  I'm in this weird fog and I can't tell for sure if it's the hangovers, or the stress, or the weather, or the fact that January feels like it has lasted 8 fucking months already.  Regardless, I'm ready for this stupid month to be over, and for wine to feel fun again. 

(Is this the post my friends will read at my future intervention.  "Joneser, this is when we knew there was a problem."  Ugh.  I should have written it better.  Oh well.)

Thank somebody for scented lotions.

I smell too much like wine to be at work right now. 

And something about these sturdy wine hangovers renders tooth-brushing ineffective and makes coffee breath linger something awful.  

Pathetic.

I LOVE THE GAGA.

I can't help it; she is fabulous.  I have been enjoying an afternoon on the couch with cats, watching videos and grinning like an idiot.  If I saw her in person, I would probably squeal and jump up and down. 

This video is not the best quality, but the song and performance are wonderful. 

I actually paused and minimized the video the first time through because my boyfriend wandered into the living room.  He's been cleaning the garage while I've been watching gaga videos and I think he is getting irritated.  He is not a little monster...yet.

Oh, and and now I hear the shopvac.  I've got another few minutes.  What can I watch next....

Working is okay. Not great, but okay.

Last night was another meetup night with some internet friends.  Beer, wine, vodka, and board games always make for a fun evening.  I stayed up past my bedtime and drank more than I have in - um - a few days, at least.  I was having too much fun to avoid mixing types of booze or avoiding sugary drinks, and TA DA, I have a hangover at work today.  I was not surprised.

My boyfriend delivered me a painkiller and coffee this morning and I tried to stay in bed long enough for the pain to subside.  Then I realized that I was getting considerably and (worse) noticeably late for work.  The shower caused me physical pain and I dressed with the lights off. 

And then - pouf - headache gone.  I almost feel sorry for the younger version of me who was way too cool for painkillers.  I probably was bitchy/useless a lot more than I am now.

Even though my head is fine, I still feel a little dumb here at work.  Thankfully, the office has been very, very quiet, and I can calmly think about how fucking radical it is that I now own a James Brown Christmas album AND a masturbating dinosaur.  (THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT.  JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE JEALOUS.  THANKS, AF!!)

Perhaps the best thing to come out of a most excellent drunken Thursday night: I did not watch my favorite television shows, which means THEY ARE WAITING FOR ME ON THE INTERNET AS I TYPE.  Fuck Friday nights on the town; I'm going to ride out this not-too-bad hangover straight to 6pm sweatpants and sitcoms.  I'm relieved to have an excuse to remain the laziest person I know.

Have fun weekends!  I hope they are as comfortable/more interesting than mine.

xo