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....
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