Okay, I don't get it. I get a quite a few page views on my blog every day- but there are only a select few that comment. And no, there is no way that there could be this many page views based on search engines directing traffic my way. My most popular posts have to do with the Potshot (imagine that). So, considering that there are so many people that actually look at my blog- what do you wanna hear about? Obviously I am bored and just rambling aimlessly. Come on, get a little courage and speak up. You certainly had no problem doing it before. Xoxo.
Hey CL, I spent a night at Edgefield for a friends wake then hung with other friends drinking the rest of the time :-) Awesome place , the heated reflection pool is worth going for for sure and they don't have that chemical in the water that turns purple if you pee.....I hear. When I finally made it back to the room ,( yes I was the last man standing after all that booze ) whoever was in the room next to me was taking the fuck truck to pound town as a friend would say. If you ever get a chance buy a weekend pacage for that place! Cruised my hot younger train wreck friend around yesterday since she left her phone one place, her bike another and I didn't ask where her diaphram ended up ;-) How has life been treating you ?
ReplyDeleteSometimes I don't think you're a real person, MLK. And don't ever say some "fuck truck" shit to me again, or it's over. Love you. ;)
DeleteI want to hear about living in San Diego and having a beach cruiser. Were you a surfer?
ReplyDeleteHow about a movie review. What have you seen lately?
Ya gotta love Swifty.... San Diego- moving back.
DeleteOops- I'm sorry Swifty. Here I ask people what they want to hear about and I didn't answer your questions- my bad.
DeleteLet's see- San Diego- it is a whole different universe than Portland. Fuck I hate Portland. Anyhow- yes I had a beach cruiser, and I lived a block from the beach and cruised the board walk all the time. Rode my bike barefoot, with shorts and a bikini top on- and perhaps a baseball hat or sunglasses. It really doesn't take a whole lot of skill to ride a beach cruiser- except perhaps when you are on the board walk you have to watch out for all the idiot tourists that can't figure out which side of the board walk they are supposed to walk on- or they just block it entirely. Grrr- that was irritating. I wasn't a surfer, but I did go in the ocean all the time- thank you Mom and Dad for those swimming lessons at the age of three... Anyhow- the beach was almost always packed. And it was legal (at least at the time) to drag a couch onto the beach, bring your own keg- and 50 of your closest friends. Very bizarre. I saw sunset after sunset after sunset- most of which I don't think I appreciated enough- but I do now. If it was cloudy at the beach, all you had to do was drive 15 minutes inland and it was bright blue sky. And people have palm trees, and lemon trees, and succulents galore growing in their yards. It is very expensive though- that part sucked. But somehow I managed to go out all the time, although I'm not sure how. I could walk almost anywhere I wanted to go out- or ride my bike- although we had to be careful when we rode our bikes because you could get a ticket for being drunk and riding your bike. Let's see, there were also those brilliant ideas to drive to Mexico at 10 pm- not just to Mexico, but into Mexico- holy fuck... what were we thinking?? I have no idea. Luckily we were never pulled over or had to pay off some police officer to get back. One time we were going back across the border into San Diego and there was a really long line of cars, barely moving- or not moving at all sometimes. My best friend was in the car and we had to pee really bad so it was excruciating. There was this fucking VW bus of surfer hippies next to us- and they were PUSHING their bus. As we got closer to the border, we all had to merge into one lane. Well, basically it was of those standoffs- because I sure as hell wasn't going to let them go ahead of me. They are pushing their bus for fuck's sake. Anyhow, we got closer and closer and closer to the point where they were actually going to hit my car- so I was basically forced to stop and let them go ahead of me. My best friend flipped the fuck out- said something like “oh hell no” and jumped out of the car to yell at them. It was very funny- but hard to laugh when you have to pee so bad- but then I also remembered, holy shit, we're still in Mexico. I didn't want to get arrested in Mexico- especially over some dumbasses that were PUSHING their VW van- so I had to talk my best friend down to try to get her back in the car and to STFU. Not an easy task, if you know my best friend. But somehow we made it. And then we went straight to Taco Motion to get bomb ass carne asada burritos (we were too afraid to eat the food in Mexico, for the most part- so it was strictly cheap shots of tequilla and coronas). That is one of the biggest things I miss about San Diego- 24 hour drive through access to unbelievable carne asada burritos for under 5 bucks. Oh, and the sunshine, and the water, and the fact that it isn't Portland.
Movies? Can't even remember the last one I saw- or last one I even went to. I typically only go to the McMennamins ones because they are cheap to get into, and you can drink beer there. :)
P.S. 1000 more views since last time I was on here and no one (except you, Tom, and MLK) has shit to say....
DeleteThanks Chicken. That’s an entertaining chapter of your autobio.
DeleteI drove around Northern Mexico, too. Oblivious to danger and only by sheer luck did nothing bad happen. The only trouble I had was getting through American customs on my returns.
Who knows that you have this blog...besides potshoters?
No one, as far as I know- and that's how I like it. Writing anonymously is a beautiful thang. ;) Thank gawd we made it out of Mexico...
DeleteWho do you want reading and commenting on your personal life in this blog? I know it because you linked it from Thepotshot. Where else have you linked it?
DeleteI don't really mind who reads it or comments on it. I don't have it linked to anything, but other people that use blogger can stumble upon it. There are only a couple of people that know my real identity, and I kind of like it like that....I don't know that I'd feel as free to write some of the stuff that I do otherwise. :)
DeleteBwahaha! Sorry, a cute bartender I know gave me the fuck truck line, I thought it was hilarious. Maybe its funnier coming from a hottie than me. Now I have two blackout drunk but gorgeous friends bartending at strip joints that are across the stteet from each other....I seem to cast a big shadow when it comes to friends . I seldom go to those places anymore but may make an exception to see my friends. I'm real CL, no one could think up with this shit . My life isnt always fun but it does seem to stay exciting at times.
ReplyDeleteCan speak!!!! YaY (I love lamp) :)
ReplyDeleteHey Chicken, I used to visit thepotshot and enjoyed reading your posts on there. I would comment occasionally, I was the one who posted Gelfling Scale ratings, because I found it amusing when Trey or someone else on there compared a female suspect to a Gelfling. I was fascinated by The Dark Crystal after I saw it in the theatre when I was a kid, and I think Kira was one of the earliest movie crushes I can remember. More than anything I thought it was a self-amusing thing to do, I guess.
ReplyDeleteAnyway... enough about me... I would like it if you posted links to the stuff that amuses you online. Share and react to crazy stuff you see online?
Or tell stories from your past... the story above was pretty good.
And to anyone that might be in downtown Portland today and this weekend... be nice to people you encounter that work in the service industry, please.
Where are you a bartender??? This is something I need to know before we continue any further in our relationship...
DeleteA good guess, but I'm not a bartender... I used to be, though, 15 years ago.
DeleteI manage a business downtown (I would rather not say which one here), and some of my staff had a rough day yesterday dealing with inconsiderate customers. Sorry to use your blog space for a "Be Kind" PSA, but downtown workers really hate when the suburbs descend upon our fair city around the holidays.
I don't mind "be kind" PSA's at all. I hope you and your employees are able to endure the rest of the weekend having to deal with the blues festival people. Can't be any worse than the brew fest people though can it?? I remember working in a restaurant downtown when the brew fest after-crowd stumbled in... I can't say that I particularly liked dealing with them.
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