Two Tickets to Paradise

I won a buttrock contest at the Bottleneck Lounge on Saturday night! My friend Cam works there and told me about it on Saturday morning. The prize was two tickets to the Styx, Foreigner, Def Leopard concert on Wednesday night at the White River Amphitheater. I never win anything so this was a big deal for me! Yay! And it's all made doubly better by the fact that I'm pretty sure I've made my friend Kiki the happiest person on the planet. When I told her she was coming to the concert with me she kept yelling, "Do you promise?! Are you serious?! Do you PROMISE???!"

Also, I made a shitski for Tricia. I'll explain.

Awhile ago, my friend Ben bought a cabin on Crystal Mountain. On the mantel of the cabin was a "shotski". This is an actual ski with shot glasses epoxied onto it. Fast forward to earlier this year. In an unfortunate typing error, my friend Tricia requested a "shitski". Oh no you didn't! She did.

So, for her birthday last Wednesday, I made a shitski. Basically, it's a shotski with plastic poops glued onto it. It should be mentioned that it's SUPER DUPER hard to find plastic poops in Seattle. I finally found them at a dollar store in Ballard - Costume and Display didn't even have them! When I dropped my six piles of plastic poo at the cash wrap the woman behind the counter solemnly said, "these are a big seller." Not kidding.

It's Not So Bad, It's Just ....What was I saying?!

It's so hard to concentrate right now. Everything at work seems like a pain in the ass. It's really sunny outside, frankly I'm very tired today. Cranky me.
Although it doesn't seem right to bring it up here quite yet, my life is changing very rapidly right now. Lots o stuff. I think I need to go camping. Maybe go up to Bellingham, scoop up Sierra and go away for a couple of days. Let my head mellow. I'm so distracted, I need a new word for distracted.

Beeble.

Wedding Photos

In a drunken moment of silliness about two months ago, I asked my friend Jon to marry me. Well, we actually did it at Burningman this year. The wedding was scheduled for Thursday, exactly one year to the day we met. Well, we accidently slept through it on Thursday so we rescheduled for Friday. It was very religious, we got married at the porta potties by our friend Cam (who was wearing red, white and blue underwear). Classy.

Yesterday I told Jess the story of my Burning Man this year. She urged me to write it down so I can remember all the gorey details and awesome moments. I will do it too. But not here.
To be noted:
I got married, I carried around one poptart for three days and only managed to eat a quarter of it. I rode a horse, I saw every sunrise, I found camp forever and ever, I watched the man burn twice. I danced on top of a birthday cake wearing a tiger striped onesie and platforms while the sun came up and Marc played all my songs - because I was the only girl on the dance floor. I laughed, I cried, I slept only intermittenly. I laid my head on someone's shoulder and watched the sun turn orange, I danced at a vampire bar. I sighed. I lost control and when I did I got exactly what I needed.
It was perfect this year. This year was perfect.