2005-06-19 || 10:11 p.m.
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i am finally settled in enough to
take family pictures in the doorway of the kitchen after a valiant attempt at a night out. we went out for sushi and were unaware the particular restaurant served husky boy portions. maki as wide as your fist! we ate approximately a third of what we ordered and found our way home despite debilitating effects of sushi coma.
on thursday owen came through on tour and seeing him in portland made portland lose any sharp edges (although i have found a delightful lack of sharp uninhabitable parts. still, there is nothing like walking into an unfamiliar bar with best friend as security blanket.). i got to meet the most beautious and elegant rebecca and rachael, toss back double whiskeys in honor of my dear heart michael l's last night in pdx, and learn about seamus's chickens. and punch owen in the arm enough times to make up for lost opportunities while in a different state.
on friday i followed the tour route to seattle. i lip-synched to owen's songs while sitting on a couch in the back and sweated a lot with my dears bryan and karen. after the show p:ano was under a canadian sleeping spell and took over the living room, so o k b and i went to search for late late post-dick's burgers-closing food and waited in a tiny taco bell with half the population of after-hours capitol hill. favorite part of weekend: sitting in matilda the van with o k & b in the taco bell parking lot. we then got back to karen & bryan's and o and i promptly fell asleep on the kitchen floor. in the morning we went for coffee and collected the canadians to go to linda's for bloody mary fest 2K5.
honestly. thank the good lord above for owen, karen, and bryan. also: thank the good lord for bethy and bill, even though i didn't get to see them.
today michael and i went to mt st helens, most spectacular landscape ever. i wore a trucker hat for the first time in my life and lived to tell about it. the end.
oh also? tonight there was the craziest storm that didn't quite reach us. the emergency weather service wet itself over a pattern moving north from salem, boasting 70-mile winds and hail as big as golf balls. get in the basement! they said. stay away from windows! it said. the sky turned the scariest apocalyptic color and there was thunder and lightning. michael and i bought sodas and sat in a park in the rain for a bit to watch the sky, but we didn't get electrocuted. the end.
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