From Jackson Hole to a 70’s/80’s Roller Disco in all one week. 

If you had told me a year and a half ago that my life would be this full of such ridiculous entertainment I probably would have laughed at you.  Instead I spent part of my week on a wonderful vacation to Jackson Hole with Ben and Co. and this past Saturday night at a roller disco with some of our awesome friends.  

The glorious roller disco evidence – because nothing says entertainment like a bunch of 20 somethings at a ghetto roller rink (I loved it):

(you love the glasses, I know you do)

(umm. . .thank you Victoria Secret?)

I swear to God my mother owned those sunglasses through most of the 80’s.

And no, thankfully that mustache is not real

It was implied to me, as my internment at Camp Marriott came to a close today, that I should enjoy this vacation as it may be awhile before I see another one.  Too bad b*tches, I have another one scheduled in April, in a foriegn country, that may or may not have wireless or phone.  Okay fine its Mexico but they don’t need to know that

Tomorrow, Ben and I are headed to Jackson Hole, Wyoming for a week of blissful non-work related entertainment (no wait crap I agreed to do email from Jackson Hole).    Well okay, its mostly non-work related entertainment.   By the way, my ski bag/luggage is big enough to fit a few toddlers ( I don’t mean that in a creepy kind of way-  nor would I pack children in luggage).

Anyhoo, if you need me you’ll find me either skiing or surrounded by a bunch of mid-twenty somethings and a guy with a Peter Pan complex for the next few days. 

Since I’m generally failing at updating on a regular basis here’s the quick and unorganized version of the last two weeks:

First, on the 15th we celebrated my 26th birthday in style.  We went to Dragonfish Cafe and then on to Fado’s Irish Pub. Oh yes, I know you’re excited.

Ben took the day off on my actual birthday (20th) and we went downtown for some shenanigans.  We went to the Seattle Aquarium (I heart aquariums), the Starbucks on the 40th floor of the Columbia Tower (it’s a Starbucks and its on the 40th floor – what’s not to like?), and ice skating at the Seattle Center (worst rink in the world but still entertaining).  Ben then surprised me for birthday dinner by taking me to Tulio (awesome – I’m sorry have you not enjoyed dunguness crab ravioli before? Yeah you should get on that. . .)

On the 21st, Ben and I opened our Christmas presents prior to Ben getting on a plane back home for the holidays.  Yes, he got me Uggs. Don’t judge me. My feet are warm!   And no, don’t worry, I won’t be wearing them with my jeans tucked in. . .I’m not 12 or some sort of pill popping suburban mom who still shops in the juniors department at Macys.     He also got me some fantastic perfume for my birthday, and a red clutch, and a weight bag (for SCUBA).  I’m spoiled

On the night of the 23rd my antibiotics tried to kill me.  Nothing says “Merry Christmas” like contemplating asking your roommate to take you to the ER at 3am.   I think I can honestly say I probably lost weight this Christmas.  Stupid antibiotics.   On Christmas I drove to my grandparents house. My grandmother made two of my favorite side dishes (mayo and coolwhip are food groups on that side of the family) which I couldn’t eat since my GI tract was still debating whether or not it wanted to make an exit from my body.   It was exciting. So exciting I left early.  Yeah that sounds bitchy doesn’t it? And don’t get me wrong, while I love my grandparents I don’t love finding out that my cousins’ dog has more pictures in the house than pictures of me.  The reality is I still felt awful from the antibiotic hell-fest of 2007 and for some reason throwing up in my car sounded better than in my grandparents house. 

So there’s the quick little re-cap of the last couple of weeks. 

Dear Seattle,

Why I Love You #45:  Racing the Slut

XXOO

Me

Like every woman I adore having my yearly physical.  The stirups, the crappy paper that sticks to my legs, and the doctor that wants to chat with me while feeling up my boobs.  I love it.  I’m kidding.  I detest going and only go for the prescription refills.

But here was my “favorite” part of the whole appointment.

Doctor: So I think you should take your multi-vitamin more regularly . . .for the folic acid

Me: Why

Doctor:  For the baby

Me: What baby?

Doctor:  You know, for when you have one

Me: What baby? I live with my college roommate, we have house plants

Doctor: Well as you know folic acid is important for babies

Me: I’m not having one any time soon

Doctor:  You never know, we just want you to be prepared

WHAT BABY!?!

(WTF)

Okay so I get it right? Folic Acid = Healthy Baby.  But on the list of other things we can add to “Healthy Baby” list is not being a chain smoking alcoholic who likes to chew on lead based toys and having sex with strange men.  But hey lets just start with a multi-vitamin mmkay?