So, on Wednesday, after the regular activities there, I came home and found one extra person at home--my aunt. On Thursday, another five came--another aunt, and her husband, their two kids and my adopted cousin. That brought up the total in my house to 9 for the night. We were off to the coast for the weekend to scatter my grandma's ashes over the Pacific. More on that later.
I get a call from this girl on Thursday evening, asking me if I want to go to a Jack Johnson concert on Saturday. She got free tickets from her boss who couldn't go, so she now had them. I hemmed-and-hawed about it, because if I went then I'd miss out on a lot of the coast-time, but I could still be there on Sunday, if I worked at it.
I mean, what would you do, she's a really awesome girl, free concert and good conversation, vs. spending two-and-a-half days with family. Yeah, I chose the concert.
So, Friday was pretty neato--I went swimming and had a good evening. I love Chipotle's burritos, so good. Saturday, I woke up bright and early, getting ready for the trip. Headed over to her house, mashed out and got on the road. For some reason when I'm around a new girl who interests me, I'm really nervous and it makes me have to go to the bathroom a lot. It's quite annoying, especially when this is occuring during a 5 hour road trip. Fortunately, we had enough planned stops to make it a moot point, it was just quite amazing at the frequency of using the facilities.
Conversation was super good, actually, so goo that we missed the turnoff of I-84. Oops. She said that if her mom was there, she'd say "Now, look out for real cowboys." That started a conversation on how Oregon contains every type of person--from Cowboy to Urbanite and.... everyone in between. She remarked "Yeah, like in highschool, with all the hicks from Vernonia coming in." I thought: "That sounds familiar, where'd she go to high school?" Turns out, we went to the same school, but three years apart. Coincidence, huh?
The concert was amazing, he was a really good performer and the venue was just really super cool. We were wondering who's stupid idea it was to put a 20,000 person concert venue in the middle of BFE, Washington. It turns out to be an incredibly good idea. Such spectacular backdrops to the venue--the river, rocks, the sun setting. The people-watching was amazing: who was wearing what, what'd everyone look like, how'd they carry themselves.
We drove home right after the concert--we were both tired, so halfway home, we stopped and got caffeine: me, a Sobe No Fear, and her, a cappuccino from one of those machines. She didn't feel too well afterwards, so we pressed on home. Lesson: Don't drink the machine cappuccinos from Chevron.
I got just over four hours of sleep, and then headed out to the coast, to meet up with my family. I had leftovers for lunch, and then we drove down and took a boat out a ways and scattered my grandma's ashes. It was really fun. Just a good time. The boat was going up and down and all sorts of ways with the waves. My mom was hanging on for dear life at the back of the boat. It was quite an interesting sight.
After a very mediocre dinner, I took a nap and then took my uncle back into town. We talked about his real estate stuff, and his jewelry--he's a fancy jeweler in Boise. He just bought a turquoise mine in Nevada... He asked if I wanted to go out for a drink when we got into Portland, and I agreed. I remembered the Horse Brass in SE Portland, to which Molonel introduced me. He loved it, and we had drinks and Sausage Rolls. They were really big--a step up from the little-kid ones I had in England.
This was awesome, and well worth the total lack of sleep that I got this weekend. I survived work today, so I can sleep early tonight and reclaim some of it.
I get a call from this girl on Thursday evening, asking me if I want to go to a Jack Johnson concert on Saturday. She got free tickets from her boss who couldn't go, so she now had them. I hemmed-and-hawed about it, because if I went then I'd miss out on a lot of the coast-time, but I could still be there on Sunday, if I worked at it.
I mean, what would you do, she's a really awesome girl, free concert and good conversation, vs. spending two-and-a-half days with family. Yeah, I chose the concert.
So, Friday was pretty neato--I went swimming and had a good evening. I love Chipotle's burritos, so good. Saturday, I woke up bright and early, getting ready for the trip. Headed over to her house, mashed out and got on the road. For some reason when I'm around a new girl who interests me, I'm really nervous and it makes me have to go to the bathroom a lot. It's quite annoying, especially when this is occuring during a 5 hour road trip. Fortunately, we had enough planned stops to make it a moot point, it was just quite amazing at the frequency of using the facilities.
Conversation was super good, actually, so goo that we missed the turnoff of I-84. Oops. She said that if her mom was there, she'd say "Now, look out for real cowboys." That started a conversation on how Oregon contains every type of person--from Cowboy to Urbanite and.... everyone in between. She remarked "Yeah, like in highschool, with all the hicks from Vernonia coming in." I thought: "That sounds familiar, where'd she go to high school?" Turns out, we went to the same school, but three years apart. Coincidence, huh?
The concert was amazing, he was a really good performer and the venue was just really super cool. We were wondering who's stupid idea it was to put a 20,000 person concert venue in the middle of BFE, Washington. It turns out to be an incredibly good idea. Such spectacular backdrops to the venue--the river, rocks, the sun setting. The people-watching was amazing: who was wearing what, what'd everyone look like, how'd they carry themselves.
We drove home right after the concert--we were both tired, so halfway home, we stopped and got caffeine: me, a Sobe No Fear, and her, a cappuccino from one of those machines. She didn't feel too well afterwards, so we pressed on home. Lesson: Don't drink the machine cappuccinos from Chevron.
I got just over four hours of sleep, and then headed out to the coast, to meet up with my family. I had leftovers for lunch, and then we drove down and took a boat out a ways and scattered my grandma's ashes. It was really fun. Just a good time. The boat was going up and down and all sorts of ways with the waves. My mom was hanging on for dear life at the back of the boat. It was quite an interesting sight.
After a very mediocre dinner, I took a nap and then took my uncle back into town. We talked about his real estate stuff, and his jewelry--he's a fancy jeweler in Boise. He just bought a turquoise mine in Nevada... He asked if I wanted to go out for a drink when we got into Portland, and I agreed. I remembered the Horse Brass in SE Portland, to which Molonel introduced me. He loved it, and we had drinks and Sausage Rolls. They were really big--a step up from the little-kid ones I had in England.
This was awesome, and well worth the total lack of sleep that I got this weekend. I survived work today, so I can sleep early tonight and reclaim some of it.
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missmyla:
I heard that place is good for darts I need to go out and buy a new set to play.
brokenbeatnik:
Good that your life seems like it's getting quite full.