Seaside/Pickathon Day 2 (A Portland backlog, er, backblog) Part 1

Friday
6:30am (seriously?!) -written at 11:53pm
Alarm screeching.  Officially members of angry morning club.  Must immediately go to local Phils to procure coffee but hair is stringy mess and I'm certain my skin is crawling with creatures.  (M recently read an article in the Strib about bedbugs.  Thanks for that.)  Hygiene/decontamination first, caffeine later.  Wardrobe check meets specs.  Moods are much improved and we are ready to tackle this day.  Feeling industrious when we are out the door and on the road before 8am.  We happily toodle over to Phils and begin the day with $6 coffee  (quad venti nonfat no whip no foam quarter shot mocha) for me and cheese crusted bagel for M.

8:30am
My phone nagivates us out of the urban metropolis and across bridges that stack upon each other.  I comment that this is reminiscent of the Bay Bridge from Oakland to San Fran.  We decide that after our (laughable) half-marathon that Stena has insisted we participate in (from Napa to Sonoma), we will make a side trip.  (Only in retrospect does it occur to me that California is a HUGE  state and perhaps this is not entirely feasible.  Still, M thinks this is a genius idea, sans the running portion.)

As we leave Portland, billboards appear that entice us to throw our Pickathon tickets out the Versa window.  Example 1: Combine Demolition Derby.  Whaaaaaaaat?!?  This has to be one of the most dangerous forms of redneck entertainment.  Ever.  M tells me that combines top out at 5 mph so that may diminish the excitement factor.  But not the suspense!!  I imagine it would go something like this, "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh hes not going to make it watch out for those prongs i cant stand it.!!.."  *CRASH* "Oh.  OK, lets go home."

We are still chattering about the combines when a sign for the Example 2: Elephant Garlic Festival appears.  I recall seeing a blurb about a giant head of garlic that's as big as my face.  M vetoes this idea based on the following argument:
1.  She doesn't like the smell of garlic.  (Or the taste, as I realize later after I made a delicious soup on another trip and she picked out all the meat and left all the minced garlic.  Impressive.)
2.  How would we explain to people that we flew all the way to Oregon, bought tickets to Pickathon and then spend an the entire time watching combines (slowly) crash into each other and wandering around at a party one could smell 10 miles away?

Point match.

A few miles later, signs appear for the Mecca of Jerky.  Must accelerate... Stand closed.  Son of a Bitch.

Thats the jerky stand.  Not much to look at but you should have seen  their menu!!  Your standard fare, beef, turkey but then the exotics!!  Bison, venison, llama, pony named Rusty!!  No hoofed critter, cloven or otherwise, was safe!

The Journey to PDX: Day 1 (A backlog)

I went to Portland last summer and kept a journal.  This is a good place to start.


Thursday 
6:15pm
M and J arrive at the house after the 3 hour expedition from Linden Hills.  String cheese consumed.  Drive to airport was uneventful with Slim's car bumping with "The Dream" ("he's just one guy.")  I think this will be the last hip hop heard for at least 3 days.  Amen.


8:22pm
I'm convinced we're sitting across from a kid with prosthetic legs.  We have changed seats at the terminal to optimize our people watching ability.  McDonald's for dinner and very shortly afterward realized that we haven't had fast food in several months and some adverse effects may occur.  We agree to never speak of this again.  


M has already almost lost one contact lens and admitted to not bringing any spares, contacts or spectacles of any kind.  Super.


Very chubby  lady across from us devouring ham sandwich while loudly conversing on cell phone about the time she was nearly committed to the psych ward.  This is by far the best conversation I have ever eavesdropped.  She has an awful french pedicure with oddly shaped toenails.  I think she may be one of those people to chew their toenails.  (On a side note, I once interviewed a kid that chewed his fingernails, his toenails, and then moved on the nails of his family members.)  I think ham sandwich may be wearing a wig, an unfashionable one that resembled the dutch boy hairstyle.  


10:09pm
Flight in progress.  Must remember that while we are in Row 36, seats C-D, our worldly possessions are stowed in Row 26 over seat B.  Man sitting there has rattail and unfortunate choice in wayfarer sunglasses.


10:40pm
We are sitting directly above the engine.  This has destroyed conversations as we can't actively criticize everyone sitting around us.


11:59pm
And, we're flying through severe weather pattern (Tina would be simultaneously exhilarated and horrified.)  M has a nasty headache.  We both admit that we only thought about bringing Advil.


Friday
12:49am Portland time
Checked in at Red Lion.  Overbooked.  I schmoozed the desk clerk and complimented her horrendous permed and frosted hair.  Thank you upgrade!  The "inn" did not look like the picture on the internet.  M informs me that, contrary to popular belief, you can not believe everything you see.  Our car rental is, yes!, a Versa.  Green Day is playing on the radio.  (This will be significant later.)  We are full of energy and M is a chatty Cathy after her brief bout of nausea.  Alarm is set for 6:30am.  M is trying to recall lyrics to "Big Papa" after sitting behind 38 year old woman dressed in a Papa Roach t-shirt, Twilight Team Edward backpack and shoes with five independent toe styling.  


Until tomorrow....

Tenative

This is my writing moustache.

This is my first foray into publishing, if you don't include the pediatric psychiatric case study I cowrote.  I've recently been encouraged by several people to share some of my experiences/thoughts.  I'm going to attempt to cleverly describe any number of mundane adventures.  Y'know, trips to garden center, attending food festivals, navigating the back roads of Minnesota on only instinct and smartphone instruction.  


Please enjoy and contribute comments/questions/subject ideas.  Thanks for reading.