Back from Vacay, back from catching up at work, back from having to check back into life. Hate that.

Sooo…Trip to small town was pretty uneventful considering how it usually ends up. We bbq’ed, we watched fireworks, we went to the hippest bar in town and saw half the people I went to highschool with. My favorite conversation of the evening went like this

Me: Hey boy that I dated briefly and should totally know who I am, how are you?

Boy that I dated briefly and should totally know who I am: Uhhh, hi?

Me: You have no idea who I am, do you?

Boy that I dated briefly and should totally know who I am: Didn’t you hang out with Betty Jones?

Me: Cute!!! I AM Betty Jones, cutie pie. Wow. I mean, I know I am brunette now, but I don’t look THAT different!

Boy that I dated briefly and should totally know who I am: Oh yeah…I was TOTALLY kidding!

Me: Yeah, whatevs, you totally weren’t. Peace.

Anywho, my trip to Idaho was pretty bad a. Especially making this joke any opportunity possible “ Idaho? You da ho!” There was lot’s of swimming and sunning and family time. Which is always good because my aunts are bigger lushes than I am and we would do “cocktail hour”(never actually was an hour—more like cocktails for the rest of the night) every night.
The first night Cousin, me and E (cousins gf and also my besty) hosted. We made Watermelon lemonade martinis with slices of lemon and watermelon. They were delish. I drank at least 2000 of them. I could clearly make out blackout island on the horizon. We also made crustini’s with cream cheese, herbs and caramelized onions and pepperchini’s stuffed with Dungeness crab and cream cheese.

That night ended in the entire party of people completely obliterated/ hammered/ wasted. Skinny dipping with family? What??? Not that I remember it. Having to be carried piggy back by my uncle (don’t worry, I had my clothes back on by that point…or so I’m told…) to my tent and re-spraining my ankle and possibly tearing a couple more ligaments in my knee (on top of the meniscus I tore years ago dancing at a club after drinking too many jaeger bombs…do you see a trend here???).

The trip ended in lots of rain, tarping of our campsite, games of dominos played constantly under said tarps. The most amazing thunder/ lightning storms I have EVER seen, constant drinking of different vodka concoctions, bee infestations (which resulted in me creating the best bee trap in the entire campsite. Seriously. I caught at least 40 bees in that thing. No fancy schmancy store bought shit. Just a pot filled with soapy water. A stick with turkey meat, fish and watermelon strung on it over the pot and voila! Bees are greedy little bastards. They try to carry too much at one time and end up falling in the water. It works like a charm, trust.) , too much food, and then a long 6 hour drive back to Sea-town.

I had no phone service the whole time so I didn’t even get a chance to drunk harass S, which was a good thing. I called him right when I had service (of course) and we made plans for Friday. I also got a text from my ex bf’s current girlfriend.

Background: J and I were together for 3 years. We lived together. I thought we would get married eventually. He dumped me because he didn’t want to be tied down and wanted to focus on his art (note to self: DON’T DATE ARTISTS..oh wait I am still dating S…Ugh!!). We still hung out for a while after we broke up, banging out and generally acting like bf/gf. And then he met current gf and I’m sure you can guess what happened. Yep, he suddenly could be tied down and they moved in with each other within 4 months of dating. And the rest is history. They have been together for like 2 ½ years now. Luckily S and I started dating right when they started dating, so it wasn’t completely heart breaking and gut wrenching. I mean, it was, but the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. Or so they say. Another good part of the whole scenario is that her and I totally adore one another and get on like peas and carrots, so that’s a bonus. When J started dating her, he pretty much just started dating me all over again, except a little less smart and witty, a tad thicker and a few years younger. He get’s SUPER annoyed when we hang out because her and I are so much alike and do the same annoying crap.

So back to the story.
She asked if S and I wanted to go camping, which we did, so we met them up at a river about 2 hours east of Seattle on Saturday. Me, S, ex bf and his current gf. Seems like it could be awkward, but it’s not at all. Beer pong, more bee traps (what is with all these bee’s in Washington? Get lost!), vodka, soda water and crystal lite, hicks camping next to us and bringing over orange liqueur that everyone else thinks is nasty, so I decide it would be bad a for me to chug it down. I bet you will never guess what the result of this will be? Hi, black out island. Nice to see you again. Had to be carried to the tent AGAIN. What is with me and being carried to tents? Hmm, perhaps I shouldn’t drink so much. Attempted sloppy, heavy breathing, smelly orange liqueured breath make outs with S, to which he turned down. With obvious good reason.

The rest of the week has been blah. Trivia night at my local watering hole on Monday. Helped S with an art project Tuesday. Yesterday, zip zilch nada. Going to Portland this weekend for one of my besty’s birthday extravaganzas. Won’t talk to S until I get back, im sure.

Have I mentioned that I hate this cycle? Right now we are in the “I need a break from you for a few days” cycle where we don’t talk. I sent him a text yesterday to which he chose not to respond, so now it’s back to the countdown of days when he contacts me or I cave and contact him.

Ugh, when will I tire of this?



Pump up songs of the moment:

Ratatat – Seventeen
…And you will know us by the trail of the dead- How near how far
Kanye West- Stronger
Ghostland Observatory- Sad sad city


Sad sack songs of the moment:

Bodies of Water- If I were a bell
Inara George- Fools in Love
Regina Spektor- Samson