2003-09-30 || 2:01 p.m.
|| dude, karen, that's totally your husband. ||
i am at work. yesterday i was in portland. we went out to several breakfasts and had several home-cooked extravaganzas and i got to sit in a bar and smile a lot because i was wedged nicely between my three best friends. i got to be part of a fourteen-legged shaggy-haired gang that traipsed up and down the eastside, eating food and spending money and going to parties and yard sales and parks. i sat on the porch a lot. i got to have serious life discussions with my seattle sweethearts. i cut michael's hair and i saw my half-assed art on a real live wall of a real live gallery and i bought one of nicole's paintings so that she can sit in my bedroom at all times. i had seriously good coffee. i shot hoops on 29th street. we never got around to the tattoos or the river or the portland city tour for kell's first-time benefit, but i did get to ride on michael's scooter and walk over one of the bridges to the virginia cafe. they played one of owen's songs at the end of car talk. jason made the most beautiful music in his basement music room. karen bryan and i played best practical joke 2003 on jason and owen (onions in the vanilla ice cream!), and i fell down on the kitchen floor laughing and so relieved i didn't have to keep the secret anymore (so very bad at the secrets).
i am sad to be back.
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