HUNGOVER PORTLAND

01022010!

Happy new year, friends!

2009 was a pretty epic year for me.  I moved in with a newly sober boyfriend, our cats became friends, I switched jobs, turned 27, drove to Montana and back, bought a house, and topped the year off with a perfect vacation in Mexico.  I brought back a bug and crossed into the new decade with a belly full of pepto.  Sad, but fucking worth it, because I had a fabulous tan while puking.

I was going to blog from abroad, but was too busy resting and swimming and eating and drinking.  I think the most epic hangover of the trip was following the night that Yahtzee turned into Shotzee.  This is a stellar game we created where you take a shot of tequila whenever anybody gets a Yahtzee.  Everybody is a winner! 

A traveling companion is making a movie of the trip.  The trailer has been released. 

What will 2010 hold in store for all of us?  I envision a winter of movies and wine and fires and a spring and summer making our yard a wonderful place in which to get hammered.  Hopefully I'll finish unpacking at some point in there.  And then...other fun stuff, too.

Big hugs and happy 2010.  Let's party soon.

xo,

Joneser

Anyways...Staycation!!!

I guess I was a little drunk last night! It was not intentional.  I got too little sleep and awoke to a wine headache, monster cramps, and little energy for work.  It's now 8:30 on a Friday night and over 4 hours have passed since I put on my pajamas.

Last weekend was different.  I'm gonna talk about it now.

My bf and I celebrated our love for one another and our love for this fair city with a recession-friendly staycation.  He booked us a nice big room for both nights of last weekend at the Jupiter Hotel.  (Beware the hyperlink.  That website is noisy and annoying.)  It was SO FUN!!  Such a treat to feel like one of the indulgent out-of-towners and do Portland stuff I normally wouldn't do.

I'd never partied at the Jupiter before, although I hear it is a hip thing to do.  The hotel did stay rather noisy until rather late, but it was definitely quiet in the morning.  The bed was comfy, the room was colorful and fun, there was a neat chair, and nice-smelling shampoo and lotion.  Oh oh oh, and there was cable television.  Shit yeah!  Free stumptown coffee in the morning, and an expansive patio to drink it and smoke cigarettes.  How Portland!!!! Talk about a place to have a hangover.

It looked like this:

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Las resacas de la navidad

Hey everybody, I'm back!  Big hugs to my bf for keeping the blog moving (albeit perhaps a little slowly) and to all of you for what I assume was a massive amount of holiday boozin'.  And you're reading this, you survived the great blizzard of 2008!  I'm so happy for you.

I'm also happy for me.  I left the day the blizzards really get their asses in gear and arrived home last night to nothing but a few grody piles of snowy gravel on the sides of the roads.  Mexico ruled!  The sky was cloudless, the water warm, the beers cheap and plentiful.  I think that the boozing hour was noon at the beginning of the trip, but slowly worked its way into the a.m. so that one could really down a shit-ton of modelos throughout the day.  It was hard to party at night after spending entire days downing beers in the hot sun. I went to bed early each night and slept a solid 10 hours, but I had regular slight hangovers throughout the trip. 

Saving my life each and every morning were the fantastic breakfasts we made of beans, eggs, hot tortillas, papaya, coffee, and fresh orange juice.  All of those things could be purchased here, but tasted way better there.  The breakfasts were always the perfect amount of protein, carbs, and fiber for tons of energy and slimming #2s.  I doubt There is no way I'll be able to put together breakfasts that dope back here in Portland, so I won't even try.  Also, my uncle did most of the cooking, and I doubt I'll be able to con him into recreating the food for me whenever my hangover beckons.

I don't know if it was the gorgeous weather, amazing food, knowing I'd evaded winter misery, or maintaining a constant alcohol buzz, but I felt awesome the whole time I was gone.  Folks, I tell ya - if you want to really love your holiday hangovers - I mean really, really enjoy them - do so in the tropics.

That said, I'm glad to be home.  Now I rest, and I'll blog up the Y2K9 hangover soon!  Be safe and get hammered.  xoxo

Happy Vacation! I'm getting internationally hungover, y'all.

Lovers:

Through the magic of technology, this blog post is going up at about the time I am boarding a plane to Ixtapa, Mexico.  Yum! 

I'll be in a land that cannot be accessed via the information super highway, so my boyfriend is blogsitting for me.  I hope that this goes better than the time I went camping and asked him to water my pants.  I trust that it will.

Readers, check back for posts about some of my boyfriend's favorite hangover things, which I assume to be kittens and hugs and feelings and lemonade, but may actually just be science and boners and farts and lemonade.  So we're all in for a surprise!

[Oh, and tell your friends, would you?  It will be good for our egos, which are tiny.  Tiny like AWESOME!]

I'll be back just in time to get super sloppy on New Year's Eve.  Happy yuletide boozing!  Hugs and kisses and holiday hickeys.

Love,
Joneser