The intention of this past weekend was to go to bend, but we only got as far as Woodburn. The freezing rain and the constant bad weather on all of the passes made the trip fade away. Although, we were able to pull together an impromptu weekend in Woodburn. Saturday was mostly watching movies around the house. On Sunday, Jess, Mom, Dad and I drove up to Portland. Me and Pa, dropped off our missess at the bridal show at the convention center. How come there is never a convention for men to walk away with bags of free stuff. Although, I hear that the apex of the even was the fountain of flowing chocolate. I was wondering if they had a fountain of butter, which would be perfect if you were having popcorn or baked potatoes at your wedding. We can all have our own dreams.While the ladies were doing wedding stuff, Dad and I hung out drinking coffee at Lloyd Center. Our highlight of the day was the screaming noise that was coming from underneath the car. I thought it was a pebble stuck under the break, Mom later thought that the car was going to explode.
And in other news: work is good, school is bad.
I just got back from Bend, Jess and I went over to visit her family. They have this pretty clydesdale, I think I would really enjoy having a horse–you could dress them up for the holidays, ride them into town to get groceries. At this point I think I am feeling the urge to make a “horse-power” joke, but I’ll resist. That would preceding into what Pratt and Derek Bell would call a “Wellsy”*. But I digress. I really enjoy being at their place, it is nice being away from other houses and there is something very soothing about sleeping to the sound of the Dechutes river… that is until the crossbar in the hide-a-bed wakes you up. Although, I think that my favorite time to go to Bend is in the winter, but I think that is because I had a childhood that was primarily deprived of decent snowfall.
Well, here I am three days from birthday. This is the last of the important birthdays, not that I have been very big on birthdays… but seriously the 21st birthday is the true signal of adulthood, not because you can buy alcohol but because after 21 no one cares how old you are. That is alright by me, people already think I am at least 23… I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. Never-the-less, I will be going out as the clock strikes 12:00am, it should be interesting… especially since i have class the next day.
In other news: Jessica finally came home. This has been a homecoming that i have been waiting for all summer, now I have well rooted dislike for Mexico… and now it isn’t just because it is hot and sunny there. i drove Jess back to Bend, which, by-the-way, is not a fun drive when you are tired and it pitch black outside. Coming over the pass we could see the glow of the forest fires which was kind of cool but little did I know two days later my route home would be cut off those fires. I can’t say I was sad about not being able to go back to Eugene, I got to stay and hang out in Bend with Jessica and her family… no complaints from me. I was hoping the fires would interfere with my plans to head home, I must have an amazing ability to control major fires. The only problem with staying at Jessica’s was that my shoulders got very burned with all of the swimming we did. I’ve gone through the painful redness stage and now I’m in the slightly entertaining stage of peeling, unfortunately that stage has the bonus ability to itch like no tomorrow. Looking at my back, i feel like a leper… no offense to any lepers out there. But it was well worth it, I got to spend time with my best gal.
Other than all of that, life is pretty slow and ordinary. Still looking for a roommate… I think that bears repeating: Still looking for a roommate. hint hint. Until I feel inspired again…