But I spent several hours of quality time with the City of Portland, enjoying all the little things in life that make it lovely.
The little things:
-Buying a cantaloupe fruit-juice popsicle from an ice cream truck.
-Walking barefoot in the grass in the parks by the river with the sun on my face and my iPod in, enjoying said popsicle.
-Watching a black couple, man complete with do-rag, paddle along the river in kayaks. Fuck yeah living outside the stereotype.
-Participating in the school project of a couple of girls from St. Mary's, which involved letting them film me as I honestly told them what I was thinking about right that very second.
-Giving my last dollar to a cute and very polite kid with a mohawk, who said he needed bus fare, and thanked me very nicely and wished me a pleasant evening. ...I don't know if he's actually going to use it for bus fare, and I don't really care.
-Sitting on a bus-stop bench next to the Multnomah County Library, and my iPod on shuffle playing the Decemberists song with the appropriate lyrics: "...I figured I had paid my debt to society by paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library, at the library...."
-Watching a tan-skinned, shaved-headed Buddhist monk in saffron robes talk on his cell phone while crossing the street.
-Watching some dude drive a station wagon painted in camo up the street... and then a few minutes later, watching him drive it by again, in the same direction.
-Waiting to get on the bus, and a young black thug wearing a "National Pimp Association" t-shirt chivalrously waving the young and old ladies onto the bus ahead of him.