I’m sitting in the Portland airport right now trying to pass
4 ½ hours until my shuttle comes. Isn’t it a wonderful thing, taking a red-eye
out of Anchorage, arriving in under three hours thanks to a strong tail wind, and then… realizing you can’t just, like,
show up and have a ride to Eugene waiting for you at 6:30 a.m.?
This was my realization approximately twenty minutes ago. It
seems you actually have to plan these things for them to happen, and it also
seems people here don’t do things before 11:00 a.m. At least, that’s my conclusion based on available buses/shuttles to Eugene. That there’s sound science.
In case it’s not obvious, I’m delirious. I have some
“airplane anxiety” (code words for “I’m that batshit flyer no one wants to sit
next to”), so I played Sudoku for the duration of the flight (yes, I am that smart, interesting, and handsome in real life), which means I’m going to spend the next few hours figuring out how to
tape my eyes open using only the internet and common sense.
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So, guys, you know the drill: new year, new us!! Let’s start
with a little recap, and then we’ll recap that recap. When we’re done with
that, we’ll talk resolutions, weight loss, and starting the year off right!
Said a bunch of boring people.
Actually, recaps are fine. I’m recapped out, to be
honest, but given that I did my own recap, I can’t very well knock others for
doing the same. OR CAN I?
Honestly, unless you’re getting married (side note:
Professor Amy’s wedding was the chillest blog event ever, right? Loved it) or have a hilarious holiday story that ends
with someone in prison (AS ANY GOOD STORY SHOULD), I’m probably not interested
anymore. 2013 was sooo last year.
So my little Alaskan adventure has come to an end. Once I
finish my precious last piece of Moose’s Tooth pizza (UP YOUR PIZZA GAME,
EUGENE), it’s time to ditch the bra, don my flannel hemp trousers, and grease up the
dreads because I’m back in Oregon, baby! That, I believe, is an accurate
description of Oregonian women according to nobody.
It was an awesome escape. I was able to do whatever I felt
like without a care in the world. Okay, that’s a lie; I had many cares. For
example: “Do I go hiking, skiing, or sledding?”
Or all three. This is a terrible photo of a remarkable sledding hill.
AHAHAHAHAHA. But seriously, that poor dog. We ended up
cutting those off of her.
Or, “Do I want two pieces of Moose’s Tooth or six?” (THE
ANSWER IS ALWAYS SIX)
Even more distressing: “Do I want to sleep for sixteen hours
or only twelve so I can wake up at the butt crack of 10:00 a.m. to watch the
sun rise?”
We woke up early to watch the sun rise… on the wrong side
of the mountain.
There's that rascal sun.
Steeeeeeep.
It was a trying time.
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Did I just recap? I think I recapped. I give up.
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Anyway, it's been fun to get back into blogging. Same time next
year?
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