I am a much more experienced drunk these days than I was when I started this stage of my life. I am still not a big fan of doing shots, or riding mechanical bulls (I value shoulder movement way too much to do that again) but can manage to listen to the inner voice of reason after several drinks.
I know I have mentioned prior that several of us go to Cowgirl's on a regular basis and swing around the stripper poles for fun. One friend has been taking pole dancing lessons for probably six months or so. What's the next step? The Dancin' Bare.
Last night was amateur night. We two girls went to see what amateur night was all about. Really, I went with my friend so she could see what amateur night was all about. I have no desire to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of strangers. Swinging around the poles fully clothed, no problem. In fact, I love it. Swinging around the poles naked, I don't think so.
While we were there, I met a very nice biker who wants to take me for a ride on his Harley. It's amazing what leather chaps and a chromed out Harley do for a guy on the 1 to 10 scale.
Another amazing thing... we weren't the only girls in there. I think this threw me the most, that a decent portion of the audience were normal women. So bottom line, my friend thinks she could win next amateur night. Stay tuned!
The problem with going to a strip bar is they play stipper music. Stripper music makes you want to dance, shake your ass, and swing around poles. But only strippers are allowed to dance in a strip bar. So voice of reason speaks up louder than the three Bacardi and Coke's I've had and off to Cowgirl's we go.
Fully clothed pole dancing... much better.
Making it home in one piece...fabulous.
Room spining when you lay down... not so good.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Survival of the Fastest
Today I woke up at 6 a.m. Not unusual except for today is Sunday. I do not roll out of bed on Sunday before I absolutely have to. Now, not only did I drag my ass out of bed at 6 but I laced up my running shoes and headed downtown to the Shamrock Run.
I am not a runner. I'm not really even a walker. I maybe averaged walking twice per week for the last five weeks. I signed up for this run with the best of intentions, planning to workout at least three times a week. Um, not so much.
Right about 8:05 they called for the 5K runners to line up. I walked with the thousands of others up to the start/finish line, and as soon as I crossed the blue timing mats I tried to pace myself slowly so I could run longer than usual before having to slow down and walk. It's difficult to maintain your own pace because there's people passing you so you want to go faster but you have to tell yourself not to. Finishing is what's important.
I actually ran the first mile and a half. The crowd cheering you on really makes a difference. As you run around the course and weave your way up Burnside and back over to Broadway, the hardcore drunks open the doors at the bar and yell for you. Running over Park Avenue all the homeless people stand up and cheer for you too. Not sure if it's the cheering or the smell but it does help you pick up the pace.
I only walked about a half mile up Broadway (it was uphill, it was difficult). I started running again once the course turned and we started working our way downhill towards Front Ave. I kept at it, and I so wanted to walk again but then once I got to Front I could see the huge flags that signified the Finish. I kept running, thinking there's the finish line. As I'm running up Front Ave., I notice more and more people are lining the street. I realize I don't want anyone to see how slow I'm actually running so I pick up the pace again.
I am waiting for my official time to get posted, but I think I finished in 40 minutes.
In true Portland fashion, everyone who finished got a free beer (Widmer) and a bowl of clam chowder (McCormick & Schmick's). And true to my roots, when I was done I went for a pedicure.
I am not a runner. I'm not really even a walker. I maybe averaged walking twice per week for the last five weeks. I signed up for this run with the best of intentions, planning to workout at least three times a week. Um, not so much.
Right about 8:05 they called for the 5K runners to line up. I walked with the thousands of others up to the start/finish line, and as soon as I crossed the blue timing mats I tried to pace myself slowly so I could run longer than usual before having to slow down and walk. It's difficult to maintain your own pace because there's people passing you so you want to go faster but you have to tell yourself not to. Finishing is what's important.
I actually ran the first mile and a half. The crowd cheering you on really makes a difference. As you run around the course and weave your way up Burnside and back over to Broadway, the hardcore drunks open the doors at the bar and yell for you. Running over Park Avenue all the homeless people stand up and cheer for you too. Not sure if it's the cheering or the smell but it does help you pick up the pace.
I only walked about a half mile up Broadway (it was uphill, it was difficult). I started running again once the course turned and we started working our way downhill towards Front Ave. I kept at it, and I so wanted to walk again but then once I got to Front I could see the huge flags that signified the Finish. I kept running, thinking there's the finish line. As I'm running up Front Ave., I notice more and more people are lining the street. I realize I don't want anyone to see how slow I'm actually running so I pick up the pace again.
I am waiting for my official time to get posted, but I think I finished in 40 minutes.
In true Portland fashion, everyone who finished got a free beer (Widmer) and a bowl of clam chowder (McCormick & Schmick's). And true to my roots, when I was done I went for a pedicure.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Queen of the Ryche
Cowboy has a rockin' side, similar to mine with a strong preference for music created in the Aqua Net and spandex era. One of his favorite bands is Queensryche so for his birthday I had bought him tickets to last weeks concert. Opening act... Don Dokken. Might I say that they have all aged really well. Don Dokken is still yummy although I think he might have traded his Aqua Net in for a flat iron.
Almost as entertaining as the concert was the audience! Rat tails, mulletts, and mall hair, oh my! The concert was at the Newmark Theatre and our seats were on the second level balcony with a spectacular view of the audience from above. Just so you know, yes, the people sitting in the balconies look at the top of your head when you're on the floor. I saw a lady that I swear she must have had the same hair style since Empire came out (that was 1990 for those who aren't members of the Ryche).
On another concert note, I heart Kenny! (Chesney that is). I won 5th row concert tickets to Kenny on the radio this morning. How will I catch Kenny's eye? Maybe I should've got that boob job instead of a sports car.
Almost as entertaining as the concert was the audience! Rat tails, mulletts, and mall hair, oh my! The concert was at the Newmark Theatre and our seats were on the second level balcony with a spectacular view of the audience from above. Just so you know, yes, the people sitting in the balconies look at the top of your head when you're on the floor. I saw a lady that I swear she must have had the same hair style since Empire came out (that was 1990 for those who aren't members of the Ryche).
On another concert note, I heart Kenny! (Chesney that is). I won 5th row concert tickets to Kenny on the radio this morning. How will I catch Kenny's eye? Maybe I should've got that boob job instead of a sports car.
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