30 May 2012

Drunky Drunkerton Weekend Recap

At Apolloni Vineyard
OH.MY.LORD.  I think that I'm still in detox mode from the weekend.  Seriously.  I will start with Friday night and work my way forward as there is really no other way to go about it.  Friday was a LONG day at Office.  I managed to get through it and headed home in some hellacious Holiday Weekend Traffic.  I got home and proceeded to have a John Daly to start the weekend off.  But, it just made me sleepy and I fell asleep while waiting for His Hotness to arrive.  When he got there, I woke up but I was a total grumpy butt.  I decided to rally anyway and kept drinking.  We grabbed a bite to eat, hit the liquor store and headed south to hang with some of his friends for the night.  Friday night was fairly uneventful for me.  I took a nap on said friend's couch and His Hotness had some good drunken times with friends of his that he hadn't seen in a while.  I drove us home around 130 AM.  Nuff said.

With Miss Kitty at East Fork Cellars
Saturday we got up and went out to breakfast and I wasn't feeling so well even though I really didn't drink that much. I did however, mix some beer with vodka and other stuff, so it doesn't surprise me that I wanted to horf.  We had already planned to do a Vineyard Bike Tour as part of TIS's birthday weekend celebration.  It was supposed to be nice on Saturday and it was for the majority of the day.  We hit the Decoy for a round of Bloody Mary's on our way out to Banks and then made the rounds at Purple Cow and Apolloni.  We had some wine and some appetizers and headed back north to Washington to hit some vineyards up there.  We stopped at East Fork Cellars for a few samples, then made a quick stop at Love's Leathers.  I found the jacket I want, it will be my birthday present to myself.  EXCITED!  

At The Rusty Grape during the insane rain
From there we headed to the Rusty Grape.  All was well for a while.  We had some wine and ordered salads and pizza and then ALL.HELL.BROKE.LOOSE.  The sky's opened up and a torrential, more like fucking monsoon, swept in.  We, as well as all of the other guests at the vineyard headed inside to take cover.  Then we decided to go back outside and watch the rain...it couldn't have possibly had anything to do with all of the wine we had already consumed.  Me, Miss Kitty and The Italian Stallion all huddled under an eave and His Hotness snapped a pic of the 3 of us.  Roommates unite!  :)  Then, I decided being the TRUE Pacific Northwesterner that I am, that I would just stand out in the rain and drink some wine.  Another picture was snapped.  I'm pretty sure that is the glass of wine that did me in.  

The glass of wine that ended up fucking me over
The story doesn't end here though, it only gets better.  The rain subsided a bit so TIS decided we should chug the wine left in our glasses and hit the road.  We climbed back on the bikes and headed to where I presumed was home.  At this point, I am pretty hammered but I still should know better with that man!  LOVE YOU, Italian Stallion!  We made a stop off at Laurelwood in Battleground and I was one pissed off chicky.  I was wet and drunk and I just wanted to go home.  Now, this is where things start going downhill for me.  I should have listened to my own advice.  Instead, I took a shot of Pendleton.  Here's a recap of Random Hard Life Lesson #372: “DO NOT, under ANY circumstances have a shot of whiskey after you’ve consumed at least a bottle of wine. You will throw up, BRIGHT red later and HATE life the next morning. Plus, having a nice, cute guy have to pull over to let you puke on your way home is NOT attractive. You will say dumb things later and be completely ashamed and embarrassed. Even though you managed to pull a SHEL SHEL while wasted, which is usually a bonus, it’s still JUST.NOT.RIGHT.”

To be clear...I didn't throw up, I was with an even hotter guy who did not have to pull over, thank the lord, and I did not pull a Shel Shel.  I did however pretty much hate life the next day.  I don't remember the ride home.  I do remember throwing three unopened packs of cigarettes at TIS in the driveway when we got home for making some sort of smart ass remark.  Then, I only remember bits and pieces.  I'm told that I immediately started taking my clothes off when I walked in the door and then fell UP the stairs.  I do remember climbing in the shower to try and sober up, but from that point on, it was lights out for Shel.  :(  It was only about 830 PM, so I got a good night's sleep.  I was pretty hung over the next day though.  Ugh.

The bikes parked in front of Laurelwood
Sunday we were hosting a BBQ at the house for TIS's birthday which was on Monday.  We did some quick grocery shopping and His Hotness picked out the biggest fucking pork loin I've ever seen in my life.  I injected it and BBQ'd it.  We had lots of people over, a ton of amazing food and inordinate amounts of Margarita's.  We ended up passing out pretty early again. 

Sunday His Hotness decided to get up fairly early and head home on the bike.  I went back to bed and cuddled with his dog and mine.  I slept until about 1 PM trying to recover and then eventually headed up to his house to return his dog to him.  I hung out with him for a bit and then headed back South towards home to try and get a good night's rest before returning to Office on Tuesday.  All in all it was a pretty FUCKING.AMAZING weekend.  I spent a little more time hungover than I would have liked to but it was still all worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat.  :)  Good times!

Quote of the Day:  Good judgement comes from bad experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgement.

Random Life Lesson #62: You need to learn to be patient. You always want instant gratification and you know DAMN WELL that good things are worth waiting for. Just because you feel something doesn’t mean you need to say it out loud. Things that are felt are just as amazing even when you don’t vocalize them to others.  Just relax and enjoy the ride.

22 May 2012

You Are the Fire That Puts Out My Rain

The Princess and I - Deer Hunting 2004 - Desolation Unit
It's been a few days since I've written again, but once again it's because things are good and I've been busy having fun!  Since I previously wrote about my TB, I thought today I would share a poem I wrote about her and another one of my best friends...I feel like posting poetry today for some reason, so I'm going to first post my Sister Poem and then two others of my favorites.  Tomorrow I may post the poem I wrote for My Butterfly.  She's about due to be written about in my blog as she is a HUGE part of my life and support network also. I LOVE YOU, BUTTERFLY!  Don't think I'm forgetting about you!  I'm also not forgetting The Italian Stallion and Miss Kitty who are also HUGE parts of my heart and support network.

The second poem, Alone is actually one of the first poems I ever wrote, back in 1996 and to this day I am still immensely proud of it.   When I wrote that one, I was with my first love.  He was out of town on vacation and we were still in high school, so you can only imagine that I thought I would not survive not being able to see or talk to him for 2 weeks.  The third, You Are I wrote about him after we had a 2 year break and then got back together.  At the time that I wrote it he was the love of my life (again, ha ha) and I thought we would end up getting married and having babies. Obviously that didn't work out but I can only hope to find someone again, that I feel that way about.  So, apparently this post is one of hope.  Hope that I will someday find that perfect love.  Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, all consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. I've already found 3 people that complete me in ways I never could have imagined...TB, The Princess and My Butterfly.    So, here's to the hope that I someday find a male counterpart to do the same...

DISCLAIMER:  I have to counteract all of this sappy, sentimental, girly shit with hunting pics.  It's just how I roll.  How many of you who know me well and are reading this are now giggling at this disclaimer?!  Hee hee. 

To My Sisters
(TB and The Princess)

There is a piece of my heart,
That is always content,
It’s full of your love,
And memory of your scent.

I take a piece of you,
Everywhere I go,
It helps me through the day,
And keeps my soul aglow.

Sometimes I think,
I don’t say it enough,
How much I love you,
And all of that sentimental stuff.

There were times you held me,
Until there were no tears left to cry,
When I had lost all hope,
And thought I would die.

You picked me up,
When I thought I had lost it all,
And even got on your hands and knees,
When I was reduced to a crawl.

All of these things,
Mean so much to me,
Even when at times,
We don’t always agree.

When you send me a text,
Just to say I love you,
It fixes anything in my life,
That was making me blue.

I cherish these little things,
More than I think you know,
I file them in my heart,
For when I’m feeling low.

Then when I need to smile,
And you’re not around,
I pull one of those files,
To erase my frown.

Who needs a man,
With such special women in my life?
Fuck having a husband,
I want a wife!

You have made my life better,
You make me complete,
There isn’t anyone on this earth,
Who could possibly compete.

You bring me sunshine,
Even on my darkest of days,
You are simply love,
In so many ways.

On this sappy note,
I guess I’ll end it here,
I’m running out of things to say,
Let’s go drink some beer!

March 6, 2006

Sharp Shooter Shel carrying a .308 Ruger Deer Hunting 2004 - Desolation Unit



Sitting silently,
Sitting alone,
Sitting and waiting,
For you to come home.

My mind a blank void,
Not a thought passes through,
I am a lonely ship lost at sea,
When I don’t have you.

I sit here alone,
With only my thoughts,
Random memories of you,
Are all I’ve got.

What have I to remember,
What have I to see,
When will you return,
Safely to me?

I’m sitting alone,
Silent and content,
My feeble tears shed,
Over days with you spent.

Another tear falls,
A stifled cry recedes,
Nothing I can do,
My hear still bleeds.

My pain is immense,
A strong, steady fear,
I am lost and alone,
When you are not near.

I am weak and vulnerable,
While my love is away,
All my poise and stature,
Lay in disarray.

I go through my days,
As if in a dream,
The truth that lies ahead,
Remains unseen.

Will I survive,
Will I live through this pain?
This downpour of grief,
That falls steady like rain.


No Marshmallows?  Fuck it, I'll just roast this Rice Krispie treat! Deer Hunting 2004

You Are…
             You are my lover, my soul mate and my best friend,
                        You are my sunshine, my rain and also the wind.
                                    You are in my fantasies and also my dreams,
                                                You come to me in visions, dancing on moonbeams.
                                                            You are in my heart as well as my mind,
                                                                        You are simply love, as it is defined.
                                                            You are my courage, my lighthouse on the bay,
                                                You are the storm that carried me away.
                                    You are my passion, my one true love,
                        You are every star, shining from above.
            You are my strength and the hope that I crave,
You’re my knight in shining armor when I need to be brave.
            You are my comfort, you soothe my pain,
                        You are the fire that puts out my rain.
                                    You are my angel, floating on wings,
                                                You are the music that makes my heart sing.
                                                            You are the warmth that I feel at night,
                                                                        You are there at morning’s first light.
                                                            You are next to me every morning that I wake,
                                                You are next to me for every step that I take.
                                    You are that twinkle in my eye,
                        You are in every tear that I cry.
            You’re in the air, and all around,
Your chain of love has me bound.           
            You are the one, who holds my heart,
                        Your love captured me from the start.

                                    November 7, 2001
Duck Hunting on Sauvie's 2011

Dinner is about done.  Balsamic Glazed Pork Chops, Grilled Asparagus wrapped with bacon and sprinkled with brown sugar and roasted potatoes.  Plus, an insanely good Peach Cosmo that I made.  Yum! 

Quote of the Day:  I'm a firm believer in gun control, if there's a gun around, I want to be controlling it!

Random Life Lesson #85: Miss Kitty makes AMAZING Sleepy Time Tea…when you drink it in bed all cuddled up you will CRASH.THE.FUCK.OUT.  I’m sure the Jameson she put in it had NOTHING to do with it!  I haven’t slept that good in weeks!  LOVE HER!