Beach Bound

I’m headed to the coast this weekend on a solo mission to save my soul. My family owns property in a little, teeny, tiny town on the Oregon coast that consists of: one hotel, one restaurant and one itsy-bitsy store.

 It’s a beach where I wake up bright and early because the wind and rain is pelting on the windows that stretch across the horizon. It’s a place where it feels warm, cozy and safe; like home, even though the family may not be there. It’s somewhere I have missed going to during the winter/summer months; to scour the private beach, being the first (and sometimes only) one to mark my prints in the wet sand.  It’s where I have found dozens of whole sand dollars and shells, last touched by the sea lions who pop their heads out of the water with their eager Labrador eyes, waiting for me to greet them. Where I’ve made crab bisque, drank bottles of wine and played games for hours (and sometimes even more hours) on end. I’ve sat in tipi’s, listened to music, been stoned and have had some of the best sleep of my life at this beach. Here, I’ve had revelations, loves and memories that will never be forgotten. However, if you know me, my intentions are to create even better memories, loves and revelations. Oh, and for future reference, I will not be jaded to think otherwise. Please inform my beach, that my expectations  will not be compromised for false happiness. Now, please pass the wine.

Piano Stairs

Non-Update but really an Update

I’ve been MIA, for awhile. The couch and I have been spending some real quality time together. And because I believe there’s a ghost in my bedroom, I don’t think I’ve moved in over a month. Even though the fact that leather + bare skin = ouch.

In other news, I’m dating HBO, cuddling with cats, eating Mac n’ cheese and sticking to leather. Everyday. I’ve been out a few times here and there and usually with those closest to me. But to be honest, it hasn’t really been fulfilling. I take that back. 2, no 3 instances of nights I would never take back:

1. The family dinner of band mates with their parents/in-laws from Spain. That night has been one of the best. Good food, conversation, coziness, wine, ice cream and good ol’ parental love. Sometimes you need a little of that to make you feel right about the world. 

2. Neil Young, David Bowie, bottle of Rosé, food and sun all with so-and-so at a neighborhood restaurant by my house. I never wanted that day to end. Ever. 

3. Good friends Zombie wedding. Blood, death, music, love and graves. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. The best day of joining forces I think I’ve ever been to. 

I did try a new yoga studio but it just wasn’t the same. I miss my place oh-so-much and it literally brings tears to my eyes to think of not going there. Hopefully this will pass and I’ll be able to practice again. Like, soon. Other things to bring instant tears? Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. Bonkers. And my best friend. 

I do trust good things are in the near future. I hope. No details now, but once the planning has fully surfaced, a timeline is in place and the money is saved…the world should watch out. Please inform it. In other good news, my fatalistic dreams or, er attitude is slowly dying down (see what I did there, see?). My people should be excited about this, because I am. Oh, AND The Suicide Notes are on songs 3-5 which will should be up and in your face VERY soon.

Current addictions:

1. Portuga Spanish wine
2. Whiskey Ice Cream from Clyde Commons with, so-and-so.
3. Bored to Death on HBO
4. Baths
5. Motley Crue (specifically The Dirt)
6. Walking to work
7. Tumblr
8. Caeser Salads
9. Brooklyn

VOTE FOR BONKERS!

yes, he’s outta this world! but click here and make him (semi) rich! no seriously, do it.

Please and Thank You

this is the coat Bella wore in Twilight and I want it. I’m a fucking geek and I will now go to TWILT to save my soul. 

I wish it was my birthday.

My summer ballad.

Dear * Chasey Lane, I mean God, I mean…,

I feel like cookie dough that hasn’t been mixed thoroughly.  The flour is still stuck to the bottom and the butter is a little clumpy. The chocolate chips still taste good but you might get sick of it. Huh?

UPDATE for summer of 09’:

My brutha-from-anotha-mutha was here from NY for a week, left yesterday and I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. Well, until he called me from the plane in Chicago. I saw him twice which is nothing to complain about considering my schedule + his network of peeps in P-town. Ah! He just called. Please hold…aaaaaaaand I’m back. Update. Me + NY = quality time with BFAM which then will = me crying and spilling the beans about the truth behind my **hoop earrings and Latina hair. He tends to do that. Get to the bottom of things….I, on the other hand; try to avoid it as long as possible. Let us move on, shall we?

Next. I’m currently the understudy in a rock opera called “The Chariots of Rubber”. Thus far, it’s been an interesting experience and is testing me in the best way possible…more on this later.

Next. The Suicide Notes are getting ready to record more songs which in turn will be their best work yet. Warning: It will basically be the tastiest thing they’ll you’ll ever sink your teeth into….follow them on facebook to keep up!

Next. New roommate moving in = cheap rent which then = debt paid off. I win!

Next. Yoga. Yoga. Yoga. Yoga. Yoga. Back at it folks and I’m strong and focused.

Next. I guess I’m still working for Barfly…. Meeting today with a fine rock n’ roll sandwich of a shop. I’ll make myself some cash money as well as support/promote a delicious place that’s run by fine, quality Portland people. Word.

Next. Photoshoot coming soon with MattD. Let’s just say tan lines and prettiness may ensue. He’s pretty much the best and I’m super excited.

So, that’s my summer in a nutshell. A friend from the east recently suggested I start a writing project (that I’m considering). It would involve hotels and my voyeuristic, natural investigative nature.  I’m toying with the idea but would want it to be truthful and entertaining so, I guess we’ll see.  At the moment, I currently have four, count them (4) drink choices in front of my face. 1. Coconut water 2. San Pellegrino 3. Stumptown iced coffee and numero 4. 1.5 liters of Smart water. I’m so indecisive it’s sick. I also have a handful of grapes, strawberries and a beautiful Pink Lady apple by me side. All the while, I’m dreaming of the Mexican cart 4 blocks away that takes 45min to get the most delicious burrito in Portland….ahhhhhh.

*Bloodhound Gang “Ballad of Chasey Lane” is a real hoot to karaoke.

**Although I do wear large hoop earrings the majority of the time, I am by no means a Latina (no matter how high i get my hair…).

Let’s shag ass.

it all goes down in 1.5 hrs.

My company has 2 sales meetings aka drunk weeks per year. Usually, one is at our home office in PDX and the other is spent in Jan. or Feb. somewhere sunny (last Jan. Douche Beach Miami, next Dominican Republic or Costa Rica).  They typically consist of (in order of appearance): Booze, Food, Hotel, Booze, Food, Meeting, Food, Booze, Booze, Meeting, Booze and then more food.  Here’s a list of where my next 5-10lbs are coming from :

Wed. Lunch

Pazzo’s. Not my favorite place but decent enough and right across the street from work. 

http://www.pazzo.com/portland-dining.php?sec_id=9

Wed Dinner 

One of my favorite places to eat and drink. Clyde Commons.

http://www.clydecommon.com/default.aspx

Thurs Lunch 

The Paragon. 

http://www.paragonrestaurant.com/pdf/portland_dinnermenu.pdf

Thurs Dinner

Bluehour. Mmmmmmmmm. Yum. 

http://bluehouronline.com/gm/archives/dinner_menu.pdf

 

Please note that all meals include excessive amounts of liquor/wine/beer at restaurant and result in nearby bar for more. Yikes.

Weekend Wrap-Up

 Motorcycle, this is Jessi. Jessi, this is the exhaust of Motorcycle. 

pretty positive one of the most influential and most important persons in my life

hates me.

but i love

them.

story

of

my

life

le sigh

i wish one of the two or both of the hotels across the street from me and my window would politely oblige to room service to my office. just mine, no one elses. if they did i would order myself of glass of chianti, a small salad and maybe even a little flat bread with carmelized onions, goat cheese and tomato. i think this is the only way i will be productive for the rest of the night. i’m supposed to have tomorrow off, but if i fail to complete this retarded proposal that’s due on monday, girlies comin’ in. wish me luck, lovers. 

maybe i should stop geeking out on tumblr…