went to the russian river this weekend and somehow ended up celebrating 3 birthdays, 1 engagement, and 1 wedding. and although it sounds like a bad hugh grant movie, this weekend totally ruled. i’ve got the bruises to prove it. and consequently, my boss now thinks i’m in an abusive relationship. oops.
anyhow, here are some shitty canoeing pictures from a disposable walgreen’s camera i bought. i think groshong took some of these shots, but i could be wrong.
okay, nightitme. some of us ended up going a little crazy.
after all the homo-erotic wrestling and sparkler throwing, we went skinny dipping, shot bb guns at dave and mariah, and stayed up on the roof till the sun came out. i’m fucking tired. this weekend seriously worked me.
ps. happy birthday to all you assholes.
Dang, you scooped me. Nice one.
holy fuck was that a fun time
Dude. Did I tell you about how my boss and my boss’s boss totally killed my Russian River buzz? I had just had a bombastic weekend there and I was all “its so pretty there” and they were all “there are too many hicks and guns and trucks” and I was all “I saw lots of gays and no one wanted to shoot my husband or me or our mixed kids, so that is cool. And maybe I like rivers and river folk because I’m from Oregon” and they were all “WHOA! Race makes us feel uncomfortable and class makes us feel the same, so why do you have to bring it up and burst our rich ass bubbles?” Well, they didn’t say that exactly but they meant it. I effing love the RR. And you do too because you are effing awesome. Even if that spaghetti makes me want to barf a little.