March 18, 2005
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Ahhhhh….life couldn’t be better. I’ve got a chicken burrito –I made a batch for my youngest– I’ve got a bit of a buzz (two Jack and Cokes) and I’ve got my computer back. What more is there? After reading brendaclews , I’m all too aware of what’s lacking.
Sitting in my own chair with all the time in the world and a few day’s backlog of things brewing I could go on and on. Don’t worry, I won’t. Or at least I’ll try not to.
I thought I was going to hear Anne Lamott tonight at Powell’s. And I told officeconfidential I would be there at 7:00 to get a good seat. Not that I know her. But she lives in Portland and when she’d made mention of it she’d asked if anybody was going. I’m a huge fan so I said I was. But when the youngest got here –She was supposed to be at her dad’s with the oldest one in charge (yeah, right) Sorry for this aside, I suspect there may be many tonight. ( their father is in New Orleans probably engaged by now and the arrangement they cooked up was that the oldest would stay at “the family residence” so the youngest wouldn’t have to drive ALL THAT WAY to school every morning. So the youngest shows up after school and I say I’m going to be gone tonight but she still wants me to cook dinner so I do and I get to Powell’s at 7:05. Had I gotten there at 7:00 I could have gotten in. But at 7:05 they closed the doors. The thing was to start at 7:30 but It’s Anne so I should have known better.
Because I thought I might be meeting Officeconfidential I made an effort. You know: hair, make-up, clothes. I looked pretty good except that my hair is practically black. That’s a whole ‘nother story. So as most of you know I don’t go out a whole lot anymore. And from the time I left Powell’s I started wanting a plan B; you know, all dressed up and no place to go. I crossed the Burnside Bridge and got on McGloughlin and thought a little about West Moreland but by myself at a neighborhood bar. Really, at any bar…I just kept driving. When I was almost home I thought What the hell. I decided I was going to stop at this place that isn’t too bad. And it was empty. Everyone was downtown. So I got a chance to sit and talk to people who I ended up liking. It wasn’t too smokey. Hell, there were only six people in there and it’s a huge place. Perfect night.
The couple I sat next to –Well, I talked to the g I’m going protected…
Comments (5)
sounds like an interesting evening… more interesting than sitting in a hot crowded room- maybe?!
Geez, I miss those nights of going to a bar by myself and just shooting the breeze with people I don’t know. *sigh* Jack and Coke? I’m usually a scotch straight up kinda guy. Nothing fancy shmancy, the well scotch will do fine…
I contemplate having a drink every time yo mention it here
of course I know better …You make me yearn for my bar days where I felt
life would not go on if I was not there, Your life is taking on such interesting twist and turns here lately…I am on the edge of my seat here
I *smile*
I didn’t really feel like going, especially when I remembered there would a lot of people out for St. Patrick’s. So I stayed home and grilled some chicken. I’m glad I didn’t go, from the sound of things.
I’ve seen her several times, and while I love her, I remember after the last reading I went to, saying I probably wouldn’t go to another one because of the crowd, etc.
Sounds like you had a fun night, anyway. Sorry you didn’t get in…
Portland has got to be one of the greatest cities in the world! Everything I hear about it – from your posts, lionne’s, even Nina_Williams falling all over herself over Portland, my dancing buddies – it’s great. Powell’s Books, ohmygod. And your evening sounds quite delightful, as it turned out! xo