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Jun. 23rd, 2003 06:05 pmTrip Diary Part 1
Soooo...it's a bit past 9am. I was out 'til at least 2 but this damn time difference is making my body go kurflooey. Anyway, my friends are still asleep, possibly still drunk, so I've got nothing better to do.
Sunday: Arrived at the airport around 7:45am for my flight 2 hours later. Apparantly they oversold the flight and started offering incentives for giving up one's seat. They raised the bar to a voucher for a ticket up to $350 for a flight of your choice in the next year. I grabbed the bait. They then stuck me on a Delta flight (I was going to go America West) that was way more comfy and enjoyable than AWest would have been. And I was only 2 hours later than I had originally planned. Not bad at all. Flying wasn't so bad, by the second leg of the trip I had pretty much resigned myself to it and wasn't so jittery.
Got in at Portland, my bag had indeed made the journey by itself and was waiting for me (AWest flew it on the flight I was supposed to take). Mere and Jeremy drove me around Portland for a bit and we came back and just hung out.
Yesterday: Walked around Reed, drove around the city some more. We then met up with some Reedies for dinner and then proceeded to drink. This may surprise you, but I actually only had 2 beers (and not PBR), and then made the executive decision to become designated driver for the night. Which wasn't really that bad, I still had a rockin' good time. They decided it would be a good idea to check out a strip club. I dunno. I felt kind of uncomfortable the whole time, as I really just wanted to give the ladies some bathrobes and give a feminist rant to the gross men who were ogling them. It was a little sad. There's something so skeezy about men who spend their Monday night at a strip club, by themselves or with one other guy, looking at the strippers with a predatory look in their eyes. So that's that. Did not enjoy the naked ladies, but I didn't really expect that I would anyway. I then shuttled my drunk friends home like a good little Jennykins, and have earned some serious karma points for doing so.
So on tap for today is a visit to Powell's bookstore and wandering around downtown. Possibly a trip to the nickel arcade. I've got to play some Skeeball.
D- miss you!
UPDATE: Who just got invited to go in for a second interview to follow up on one of last week's interviews? Oooh, that'd be me! Hooray!
Soooo...it's a bit past 9am. I was out 'til at least 2 but this damn time difference is making my body go kurflooey. Anyway, my friends are still asleep, possibly still drunk, so I've got nothing better to do.
Sunday: Arrived at the airport around 7:45am for my flight 2 hours later. Apparantly they oversold the flight and started offering incentives for giving up one's seat. They raised the bar to a voucher for a ticket up to $350 for a flight of your choice in the next year. I grabbed the bait. They then stuck me on a Delta flight (I was going to go America West) that was way more comfy and enjoyable than AWest would have been. And I was only 2 hours later than I had originally planned. Not bad at all. Flying wasn't so bad, by the second leg of the trip I had pretty much resigned myself to it and wasn't so jittery.
Got in at Portland, my bag had indeed made the journey by itself and was waiting for me (AWest flew it on the flight I was supposed to take). Mere and Jeremy drove me around Portland for a bit and we came back and just hung out.
Yesterday: Walked around Reed, drove around the city some more. We then met up with some Reedies for dinner and then proceeded to drink. This may surprise you, but I actually only had 2 beers (and not PBR), and then made the executive decision to become designated driver for the night. Which wasn't really that bad, I still had a rockin' good time. They decided it would be a good idea to check out a strip club. I dunno. I felt kind of uncomfortable the whole time, as I really just wanted to give the ladies some bathrobes and give a feminist rant to the gross men who were ogling them. It was a little sad. There's something so skeezy about men who spend their Monday night at a strip club, by themselves or with one other guy, looking at the strippers with a predatory look in their eyes. So that's that. Did not enjoy the naked ladies, but I didn't really expect that I would anyway. I then shuttled my drunk friends home like a good little Jennykins, and have earned some serious karma points for doing so.
So on tap for today is a visit to Powell's bookstore and wandering around downtown. Possibly a trip to the nickel arcade. I've got to play some Skeeball.
D- miss you!
UPDATE: Who just got invited to go in for a second interview to follow up on one of last week's interviews? Oooh, that'd be me! Hooray!
