With finals week looming closer than I thought, I decided that I needed a little respite from it all
A mini-cation, so to speak. But it needed to be a place where I didn't have to be social or have to pay for food and stuff. There's not many places where you can find that; I can think of two; going tribal in the wilderness and only eating ants or going home.
I picked the latter.
The weekend started a little rough because the the Delta lady with black lipstick thought I was the most annoying person ever. I was a little overeager in my petition to fly standby and didn't even let her put her purse away before I was bombarding her with stuttering questions. It's moments like this when I literally have to slap my palm on my forehead, "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BLABBERING FOOL, ALEX?"
But other than that, it was p e r f e c t i o n.
First stop, skiing. Because it's not a vacation unless you do exactly what you would be doing at home, but at a different location. We of course got some grease-ball food in the lodge and witnessed my Dad go back and ask for a sandwich WITHOUT MAYONNAISE, THANK YOU. It's not a family outing unless Dad exercises his right to a mayonnaise-free lifestyle.
Proof that I never could have been a cheerleader. My father asked me this weekend, "do you sometimes feel like a failure because you never cheered?" ....... Failing at life.
A dinner with a side! With more than one sides! With like, five whole sides! Cooking is hard when you're poor and lazy.
I live in the Shire. I really do.
Again. A vacation is not a true vacation unless you do all the same things in a different place. To stress this, we went mountain biking every day I was there. Hello perfect dirt and weather and wildflowers and shire-ness. Mountain biking in Hood River is paradise. Mountain biking with my mother is something more than paradise, like always looking good in swimsuits and never losing your keys when you're late.
We ate real Mexican food after this. (It's important contextually to know this if you are to comprehend why we all look so excited.)
Bruce's LAX game! I have no actual picture with him because he thinks he can avoid my obsessive love for him. Anywho, I could care less about any sport in particular but I do get riled up when I watch the bro-man. He is the cutest and the best and he scored 3 basket-goal-touchdown things.
Pacific Northwest Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.
The Columbia River Gorge is perfect in every way. It's like I can finally breathe when I get here. So much air! I don't have to share it with anyone!
I recommend going on the Tom McCall hike in Rowena. Watch out for poison oak and cliffs.
I wish I had a picture of all the earth-mothers (my dad's terminology for any granola person in Oregon) taking pictures of the wildflowers. The poor flowers are going to get heads from all the attention.
I say that I went to Oregon to "unwind" and "defrazzle" before finals. But in reality I just desperately needed some Sandy time.
Death by wildflowers.
My mother is the salad goddess.
And I got to see this turd nugget! Grace knew me back in the only time of my life that I was popular... 3rd and 4th grade. She also knows me from when I became the least popular lip bumper-headgear-braces-turtleneck-wearing middle schooler ever. That is true friendship my friends.
This weekend also resulted in my binging on Easter candy (gah! my sugar fast!) and watching hours after hours after hours after HOURS of Downton Abbey. I got over the whole No-More-Downton-Abbey-Fiasco.
Te amo Oregon.
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