HUNGOVER PORTLAND

100 days

Today is the arbitrary deadline for the president to deserve the votes we already gave him.  So far he has stopped the use of torture, cured the economy of swine flu, made us a tiny bit less poor than before, scheduled non-arbitrary deadlines for our wars, sternly talked to automakers and bankers, adopted puppy Kennedy, and fist-jabbed the world with his American brand of awesome.

What the shit have I done with the last 100 days, you ask? 

1. I have changed from one office job to another in which I do mainly the same thing, but I can wear jeans whenever and I don't have to record every accomplished task on 4 different forms. Rad, yes?  Yes.
2.  I moved to North Portland to live with my handsome boyfriend.  He has Electric Light Orchestra on vinyl and a cat.
3. I have acquired a buddy for my wonderful cat, Maggie.  His name is Steven, he sheds like a motherfucker, ignores us except for when he's hungry, and is Maggie's bff.  They snuggle and my heart melts.
4. I've learned that ELO rocks.  Who knew?  I didn't.
5. I rewatched Empire Records.  Still kicks ass, even with the soundtrack featuring Goo Goo Dolls.
6. I had fun on the beach.  Last time I spent a weekend there I came back with a boyfriend.  This time only a mild hangover.
7. I've thought more about grad school.  Haven't done anything about it, but I've thought about it.  That's action you can believe in, my friends.
8. I got a nice new bed and comforter set. 
9. I have visited both sets of parents.  They continue to rock.
10. I've planned my next tropical vacation.
11. And most pertinent to this blog - I've started drinking again.  (And smoking.  But only temporarily, I mean it.)

Hmm...I guess there is much less for a 26-year-old semi-professional lady to do than the leader of the free world.  When "starting drinking" makes the short list of things I've gotten done, really makes me think "uhhh...not presidential material, I guess?"  I've been having a good time, though, so I guess I'm okay with that not being my job. 

But more important than the last 100 days is the next 100, both for Barry and for me.  In 100 days it will be August 7 and still wonderful Oregon summer.  I'll be 27 by then, and doubtlessly wiser.   And who knows what other fun things I'll have accomplished!  I hope lots of good ones.  And I hope I am not too busy getting wasted, sleeping, listening to ELO and playing with cats to record them here for sharing with you.

xoxo

Pedicures by Oasis (the spa, not the beloved 90s rock band)

My feet have been under wraps for the last few months, but this week's lovely weather inspired me to fix 'em up.  One of my fave ladies and I made a much-needed trip to Oasis yesterday afternoon.  I don't often treat myself to such bourgeois things, but my feet were pretty grody, and it was worth the trip to northwest and $20 to kick off the summer months.

My bff had been there before, but I hadn't.  She'd warned me about the incredibly aggressive and thorough massage chairs that...well, that really get into the ass muscles.  It was awesome!  And there are lots of spa chairs but not as many staff, so we got to sip wine and have our asses and shoulders mechanically rubbed for quite a while before they got to the foot portion of the pedicure outing, with lots of creams and squeezing and hot towels and stabbing.  An hour later, we were a pair of calm women with comfortable backsides and very cute feet.

Look!

[Note: getting this foot picture took many attempts by myself and my gentleman lover.  We decided on the one that shows his graphic equalizer in the background.]

I've gotten pedis at Spa La La a few times, which is also nice, but I feel like customers get kicked out kinda fast, and it is rather pricy.  I enjoyed the much slower vibe and lower price of Oasis, and definitely recommend it to dudes and chicks alike.  (There were dudes in there; it's not weird.)

Go.

RIP Dorothy

Sad news today: the fabulous Bea Arthur passed away. :(

Dorothy was always my favorite Golden Girl.  I even recently took a facebook quiz that told me I was her!  Anyways, I found an excellent montage of her best moments on GG.  Pretend you're eating cereal at your grandparents' house, and enjoy.

A NEW BLOG POST! I'M TOTES BLOGGING AGAIN!!!!

Listen up, dweebs!

Thanks to the outpouring of support from drunk fans everywhere (read: a friend at a party, and a couple of winos at the bar last night) I'm BACK to blogging! 

OMGBFFYESSSSFUCKSHITHOORAY!!!!

I'm so excited!  And, not coincidentally, I'm hungover today.  Blogtown trivia mingler Y2K9 was fun!  It seemed like I only had 3 beers, but I'm out of cash and my head really hurts and my bf gave me one of those awkward "do you remember the end of last night?" talks this morning.  Whoopsie!  (Thanks for driving, babe.  And did we get burritos?  Because burritos would have been really awesome. So, I hope so.)

Now my boss is at some meeting, which means I've got the office all to myself.  I've just discovered that we CANNOT watch youtube videos on our office computers.  BOOOOOO.  Thankfully I've got my little boombox and am seconds away from blasting the Outfield's smash hit "Lose Your Love."  I'd recommend that all of you do the same.

I'm going to try to get some work done, but I'll also be thinking about new and wonderful things to write on this slutty little blog.  It's fucking springtime in this gorgeous city of ours, and months of outdoor fun are in front of us.  Beers on porches!  Beer with lemonade!  White wine and ginger ale!  Champagne and strawberries!  BBQs!! Camping!! Bicycles!! Making out!!  Wearing jean shorts!! 

Well, you CANNOT miss my upcoming review of wearing my own jean shorts on a hangover.  Come back soon, and often, and bring friends, or even something of your own to share. 

It feels terrible to be back.  Terrible and RAD. 

xoxo,
Joneser