Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Little Bit of Portland



A movie? We decide on Crazy Heart with Jeff Bridges. at the Hollywood Theater where they don't need to serve beer to make you feel a little topsy turvey. You must walk through arched hallways over uneven inclined floors, but $1 tea and $6 movie ticket make up for the faux drunken feel and bad seats.


The movie will leave you feeling like having a whiskey or never touching alcohol again. We opt for the whiskey at Swift, a lounge bar, and the bartender/coowner serves us an Old Fashion and a freaking mouth watering black cherry. I have him write down the name for me: Amarena Cherry. Amazing! Great conversation and groove music.



Morning and some Dutch Baby (apple pancake!)


"Would you like the lion plate or the cock plate for your dutch baby?" she asks. "I'd like some cock please"



Me: "There's no way a seagull can eat a tube sock"

Emily: I saw it happen."

M: "Wait how old were you?"

Em: "I was little"

M: "Sounds like a fabricated memory to me."

Em: "Okay if my mom remembers it then it was real, if she doesn't then it was fabricated."

M: "Fine."

E: "What's the bet? How about cupcakes?"

M: "Deal!"




Later we listen to Wax Fingers at Rotture. Emily and Alex show off some of their Swing skills. Later, I ask Alex what he thinks about the sea gull's ability.


A: "Well, if we can't do it then, no."

E: "Seagulls are amazing and weird creatures."

A: "Weird, yes! Amazing eehhhhehh. It would choke."


(hahaha Emily!)



We attempt VooDoo's. They were sold out. Alex said they weren't that great anyway, (this coming from the guy who re-chews gum that falls on the bar floor). We go to Hawthorne where there are midnight dining trailers. Emily and I hit up the Perierra crepe cart. Their menu opens my world to crepes! We order one sweet and a savory: prosciutto, fig, chevre and honey. So good! The Dulce de Leche and sea salt shake sounded really good too! Oh! There's just not enough time!









Monday, February 1, 2010


I lost three times after I scratched out three Lucky Bug lottery tickets. I don't even believe in the lotto, but ever since Reyna gave me three lottos for my birthday and one was a $3 winner, the what ifs happened in my head. What if I won, what if I got three $100s in a row, what if I won a couple more bucks to buy candy I would never eat? With my three dollar winning, instead of cashing, I got three more lottery tickets, and I hoarded them in my room, with the thought, "well if I save them, if I think on them, if I wait till the right moment, then I will surely win through my patience, and will to withhold." Here I sit, with the right feeling; enough time has passed, and I scratch each section with the hope and vigor of a child looking through the glass of a toy store during Christmas, and yet with all of the proper ritual I obtain absolutely nothing, and I here I sit reassured that luck isn't found but is created.