Land of Ports.
I'm in Portland Oregon today, visiting an old chum of mine. I went to see her play yesterday, Orestes, which was quite amusing despite a very serious and dreary start. It turned out to be a comedy! Who knew! Afterwards I went with her and much of the cast to a pub kind of place called Micky Finns where both beer battered and unbattered beer items were consumed. Then I went to a lounge called Grandma's and had karaoke fun. I had never karaoke before and I got up and sang my little heart out last night to the tune of deafening applause. It was really really fun. Why don't I do karaoke all the time??? Oh yeah, because I have no friends. Now I remember. Well next time I am hanging out with friends and we are all like, "what should we do?" I'm going to be all like, bowling or karaoke or karaoke bowling. I used to shun these cool cat past times but you know what? They are really fun.
Now I'm sitting at a little lace called Portland Coffee House. Aptly named. Aptly. And I'm planning on trying to find Powells book store. Which I've visited before, but only briefly. Trish and I took a 30 minute walk up to Alberta Street this morning where she took her bike in for repair and then we had brunch at one of the millions of cutesy little restaurants in this damn town. I had smoked salmon potato pancakes and they were very delicious. Then we rushed back home because she had to go to do her play again today. So I get to roam around alone in the city, which is my favorite thing. I took The Max. Which is free. If I didn't hate every single person I see and every single hippie chic store and cool cat sweater vest fedora glasses wearing freak on every corner, I would really like this town. Also, I've been accosted by panhandlers one too many times already to really want to live here. How did I put up with that shit in Arcata? It is horrible.
Well, I guess I write more later maybe. I've got to go look at shit.
September 17, 2006
Port-Land
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9 comments:
You should stop in on Jason Stengren while you are there. Remeber all the good times you had with him? I would tell you about him, but they are about as intersting as two sentences about my cat, which is completely lame next to three paragraphs about your dog.
You were gentler, kinder and sweeter in Arcata, is how you put up with it. Plus you had friends. How was the rest of your trip?
Oh, COME ON. Are you never going to post again?
Hey Mndykns is neglecting her blog worser than I'm neglecting my blog.
I consider it all to be personal neglect of me and my inspring.
I am unable to post anything anymore as my life has become empty and meaningless and nothing ever happens to me.
My life is empty and meaningless and that doesn't stop me.
Oh. Wait. I guess it does. Never mind.
Wait, when did your life become meaningless and empty? Was it a sudden thing, or has it been happening gradually? Was there a parade to commemorate the event? I really think you should move to New York. It's the only town cool enough for you.
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