Yesterday, I met up with Liz and Katelyn at Powell’s downtown where we got some great coffee and then went on a trek to find me a camera charger. This didn’t take too long, thanks to iPhone. We then went down and sat at the riverfront, which was glorious. Sadly, I missed out on some great photo ops as my battery was not yet charged. We then got some amazing veggie chow mein at one of the numerous ethnic food kiosks(?) and wandered around, keeping an eye out for a fedora for Liz. Our one stop at Nordstroms Rack proved fruitless, although we found many overpriced paisley button-downs. By this time, it was rush hour and we sat for a while at Pioneer Square people-watching, which was definitely more entertaining than people-watching in downtown Salt Lake. More variety, that’s for sure. From there, we caught the Max out to Liz and Katelyn’s sweet new pad in Northwest, where we drank a lot of beer and Liz sang a pretty song. As you can see, we got rowdier as the sun set, but isn’t that how it always goes?
I thought I saw a ladybug on the balcony, and was saddened to discover it was merely a corpse.
They live kitty-corner from a strip mall, which has a dumpster in the parking lot, from which there were smells emanating that I cannot even begin to describe. Even for a dumpster, it was surprisingly rancid. There is a little convenience store in the strip mall, where we bought some more beer after we ran out. Katelyn found Marilyn Monroe there:
I had a conversation with the cashier that went like this:
“Thanks, have a good night.”
“You need a bag?”
“No.”
“Yes, you do. I have to give you one.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yeah, unless you wanna put it in your purse. It’s an Oregon law about concealing liquor, we have some CRAZY liquor laws here man!”
“Wellllll I’m from Utah, don’t get me started on liquor laws.”
“OhYEAH MAN I’VE HEARD ABOUT THAT! Well, stick that in your purse then. Have a good night.”
We then walked back to their place and drank more beer and I must have left around 10. It took me two hours to get home. Katelyn and Liz were nice enough to ride with me on the first bus and get me on the blue Max, which was fun. I think I kept them entertained with funny faces and some Helen Keller jokes, and we sang “Zombie” endlessly (Jay Brannan version!). From the Max, I fucked it up royally. I must say, navigating is not a talent of mine. First, I got off at the wrong train stop once I was downtown. But everyone I’ve encountered in Portland is SO nice, as I got off the train and realized I was lost, staring at the TriMet map for a good five minutes, a hipster on a bicycle approached me and asked if I needed help. He informed me I was ten blocks away from my next bus stop, so I started walking. It was then that I called Brady, who was sweet enough to talk to me on the phone the entire way home. My reasoning is that if someone is going to jump me, they may think twice when they see I’m talking on a cell phone and thus have the capacity to yell out, “HELP OMIGAWD RAPE!” before I get bludgeoned on the head. So I eventually found the 33 bus, which took me to the 70. But at the bus stop, while boarding the bus, I encountered an odd phenomenon. The bus driver informed me he was not leaving for 30 minutes and I could not wait on the bus because he had to shut the lights off. I stared at him blankly, trying to make sense of the reasoning behind this, but decided arguing would be pointless so I sat on the side of the road, talking to Brady, trying not to think about how badly I had to urinate. Normally, I would have popped a squat behind a nearby bush. In fact, I am notorious for going pee anywhere when I am not in close proximity to a sanitary bathroom. I have actually peed on the side of 7-11s before because I do not trust gas station restrooms. Here is a partial list of places I have christened with my pee in Salt Lake City:
7-11 (I would say most 7-11s in the downtown/Sugarhouse area)
Beto’s parking lot, behind the dumpster
Two parking garages somewhere near the Gallivan
Behind Twilite Lounge
The City library parking garage
A bush near the County building
I-15 Northbound, out a car window (it was as messy as it sounds)
Today was relatively uneventful, as I was on babysitting duty all day. We watched Barbie in Swan Lake, which was actually not bad. As a feminist, I sometimes worry about the message little Elsie is getting from Disney princess movies, but this Barbie movie gets an ok from me. Going to watch Revolutionary Road tonight, and probably some It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I own seasons one and two, and somehow, it never gets old.
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You know what sucks more than not having wireless? Stealing wireless from a neighbor or, say, the U of O and having it cut out every .2 seconds. See: cocktease.