Then Crystal and I met up with Aaron at Voodoo Doughnuts (where I got a maple blazer blunt) and he gave us a tour of the downtown area. We stopped at Jackpot records and I picked up a Pavement album on vinyl after tirelessly searching for the only Sufjan Stevens album I don't own, Michigan.
(At this point I think it's important to mention the fact that I really feel like I fit in in Portland. It's weird. In St. George, I feel like I'm at someone else's house. Like I got invited to a party by the friend of a friend of a friend, and I showed up only to discover that it's a frat party or something and everybody listens to Kanye West and watches Skins.
Here, I kind of feel like I'm at a friend's house, or in a neighborhood I've lived in forever. I feel like I could approach anyone on the street and start a conversation with them because we would have at least one thing in common, re: music/books/movies/art/beliefs. It's really weird. I don't know how to describe it beyond that.)
Anyway, we managed to get into the Interpol show alright. The band that opened was called School of Seven Bells or something, and they were really good. The lead singer kind of looked Audrey Hepburn and sounded like Natasha Kahn. (We watched some of their music videos later and they are much better live. They need to fire whoever mixed their album.) Interpol was really good. I'd never listed to them before so I spent most of the concert taking it all in/avoiding the blinding glare of strobe lights. Also my feet hurt so I didn't feel like jiving around.
We went back to Brycen's after the show and watched some music videos and then went to bed.
Today Brycen and Andru dropped us off downtown and we went and got some breakfast at this place called Sugar Mama's Cafe (which was totally adorable, and the waitress was the nicest person ever). It was delicious, but shortly thereafter I got sick and puked in the ladies' room at Nordstrom. After that incident, we took the light rail across the river, trying to meet up with Aaron near Hawthorne. We ended up going way too far east, and got off the train to try to catch some wifi and figure out where we were. It was at this point, seated outside the Oregon Clinic (which is not open on Sundays, so don't get injured on the sabbath), we encountered a really intense hobo.
He asked Crystal and I if we were lesbians and seemed really disappointed when we said no. He kept asking Crystal how to connect to an internet network, and then told me that if I ever had a boyfriend I should tell him I was a virgin even if I wasn't. Which was mightily uncomfortable.
We finally ended up finding Aaron, and got some treats at a vegan cafe called Sweet Pea, which was super cute. (Also, vegan food is pretty tasty). Then we wandered around and went shopping. I picked up a couple of mandala coloring books at Powell's Home and Garden, and then we stopped for an early dinner situation at the Oasis Cafe, which has DELICIOUS pizza.
At this time, Bekki and her brother, Jeremiah, met up with us, which I was so so so happy about. I haven't seen Bekki in years and she's always been someone who was able to cheer me up, no matter the situation. I filled her in on everything that's been going on at Dixie (including Mom's situation) and she chatted with Crystal, Aaron, and I until it was time to go.
We went back to Aaron's, where we had dropped our stuff off, and then he walked us to a bus stop that would take us back downtown. It was really sweet of him -- he even waited with us. I have to say I'm gonna miss him.
Right now we're at Union Station waiting for our train (which was apparently detained after hitting a person?). Mom and Dad ended up having to buy my ticket back to Eugene because the douchebags at BioLife stole my plasma. My card, which was supposed to have $40 US dollars on it, was empty. I talked to Amal at card services and he ethnically informed me that there was nothing he could do and I had a mini-meltdown, but it turns out that Varlord and Andrea were able to save the day for like the millionth time in my life. I love them. They are the nicest.
Anyway, we're just sitting here. Crystal's writing in her journal and we're both getting super annoyed at this bass-range-voice Asian chicks who are sitting behind us and talking at an unnecessarily high volume. Curse them.
I'm excited to be home. Scared, because of the whole homework situation, but excited. This has been such a fun trip and I've felt so loved the whole time I've been here. Crystal is an incredible friend and I'm glad she talked me into doing this.
The end.
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