Charlie Sheen. You have been bat shit crazy for some time now. (Note: originally I wrote, "bat sh*t" but then I remembered that this is MY blog and I can do whatever I want, so bat shit it became). I started being concerned about little Chuckie S. when I started thinking of Emilo Estevez as the normal and responsible one of Martin Sheen's offspring. But, it's getting serious now. The report I read yesterday was that Lindsay Lohan is worried about Charlie. When LiLo looks at what you're doing and says, "whoa... that is some f'd up shit," that is when you know you've hit rock bottom.
Anyway... It's been a long time since I've posted. Is it weird that I missed it? Like some people start to think in FB posts, I had started to kind of think of how I would blog about stufff that happened. That chicken has flown the coop. That ship has sailed. That Elvis has left the building. Excited for all to come back.
My dirth of posts was caused by the fact that I was in the great Pacific Northwest for 6 days, which were all awesome. The first night I got there, some friends and I went to a brewery for some delicious pub food and, wait for it, some brews. When we walked in, we saw these two college aged guys talking to this older guy and thought nothing of any of them. Then, the two young guys took to the stage with their guitars and started singing covers. I don't know how they did it... they must have changed their clothes, got their hair did and went to the gym to bulk up in the 7 minutes between us seeing them when we first walked in and them taking the stage, because they went from us seeing them and not caring a bit, to us being the table of cougars ogling these young men who seemed to grow up right before our eyes. OH! And the old guy they were talking to when we first walked in? A drunken mess. He was up dancing up near the stage (and by "up near" I mean his toes were touching the stage at certain point). How do I describe his dancing? Let's just say I really thought he may have been mentally retarded. He wasn't. He was just drunk. And Canadian. So, I guess it wouldn't be a stretch to call him 'mentally retarded,' eh?
The next day it was off to Mt. Hood for 2 days of snowboarding. Perfect spring conditions bring out good moods, lots of people, and douche bags who think it's a good idea to ski or ride with no shirts on. Really? Really. Really?? Why would they think that's a good idea? Even with my cougarlicious tendencies from the night before pretty fresh in my mind, I couldn't even fathom seeing that and thinking, "there goes my future husband." Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the younger ladies love showings of pure douche baggery, but I wouldn't bet on it.
The rest of my time in OR was spent at the Nike campus for work. SUPER great to be back there and see everyone and SUPER weird to be there as a non-Nike employee.
All in all, great trip, but it's always great to get back to SLO.
Cooking tonight! Excited for it!
bat shit crazy might be my new favorite.
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