Random thoughts today.

It is a pink flowered rain boots kind of day. I wish I had an umbrella to match.

The post office annoys me. I like the concept. Think it is amazing. A person can put a cute little sticker on the corner of a package or an envelope and some how that package gets to where ever you want it to go. It is really pretty amazing. That address can be anywhere in the world and your package will get there. Even a grass hut in Bangladesh. But the post office people annoy me. They must post that in their job description. Do not apply if you are not annoying.

Crimson misses her best friend Clover. We were kind of cute that night. Don't forget....boys are stupid, babies are worse and you will kick ass in SOUTH AFRICA!

I love Fridays! Happy hour, some live music, a glass of wine or three.

Job interviews are not fun. No matter how much in your mind you think you have gone over every question they could ever possibly ask you, they always have one question that totally knocks you on your ass. My one from yesterday..."When is a time you did not follow directions and what were the results". Job interviews are the adult version of picking sides for a team when you were in elementary school.

Why do base players sing with a base voice?

I can't wait for Thanksgiving!

Cabaret, oh cabaret, oh cabaret

Lemon loves anniversary week. or translate that to...treat me like a princess week.
Thank you.
Breakfast in town at Milo's. The beach, that was nice. Perfectly filled days of sunshine, not getting out of bed until noon, rush to make the 2:00 breakfast cut off, salt water taffy. It was really fun dancing with you at that little bar to that groovy blues band. Funny. I liked our "quaint" hotel room. It was pretty cool how you made it where I could hold the sun up in my hands. I did my best to keep it up a little longer but it did end up sinking into the ocean anyway.

Dinner at LeHappy. For that matter dinner at all my favorite places during anniversary week. LeHappy, Jakes and Masu. I would share a steak with you anyday, rare please. Yes, I am spoiled.

And on Tuesday, that box from the bakery bar. What kind of delectable baked good did you bring me? Wait, what's this...not a baked good. An IPOD! All of my best friends wrapped up in a sweet, neat, little 4GB package encased in shiny blue metal.
Blue like a frozen blue raspberry otter pop on a hot August day. (do you like that little description? I am learning how to write.) Or I could say, blue like the water as it hits the white sand on a Panama City Beach. I could say blue like my bike but hardly anyone would know what that means. Cute how it matches my bike. Don't worry. I will not attempt to ride my bike while using the IPOD. You probably remember that little incident last summer when I was trying to talk to Tara on my phone while riding my bike. I had to break it in at some point. Too bad it was my first time on it.
Wax on! That was for you. But I do admit I am getting a lot of enjoyment out of that experience. I will visit my new friend Jeven again. That night at Jakes, perfect. Lemondrops, martinis and wine. It is fun pretending we are grownups.

And then Cabaret. What a feast. It was fun how you sent me out armed with nothing but a max ticket and a texted address on my cell phone. I was really surprised. It was fun rushing for tickets. You know I secretly want to be Storm Large but I don't think at 5'1" I could ever measure up to her 6' stature.
Dinner at Masu. (Yes, I was the girl that used to pick you up from the airport and take you here.) I loved sitting by the window. Late at night the rain was blowing sideways but we had sexy cocktails and sushi in front of us. What a work of art. And the DJ played on.
Thank you.
But don't think this lets you off the hook. I still expect you to take me to Cuba and the other nine yet to be determined places on my list. You could add Vietnam's Cat Ba Island to the list. Considered to be the 8th wonder of the world. For you, I will continue to smuggle your contraband across international borders.

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josh ritter

I am a little crazy over Josh Ritter right now. Maybe a little too crazy. I am this close...(if you could see my finger and thumb they are held up about a quarter of an inch apart)...that is how close I am to skipping town and going all Penny Lane on him.
It started on a drive home from Boise. I had seven hours in the car alone. To keep me company J bought a couple of new CDs to listen to. Friends for the road. It was love at first site. I even had to pull over and read the lyrics on the CD jacket so I would know exactly what I was singing along to. I used the repeat button a lot that night.
Then a month later I saw Josh Ritter at the Aladdin in Ptown. That was all it took. Now I am head over heals crazy on Josh. Turns out he looks just like my friend Jason S. His show was amazing. Head tilted back, eyes closed and oh that smile.
He played and sang and told stories and we all sang along. Josh reminded me of Snoopy from the Charlie Brown cartoons when he does his little happy Snoopy dance. I caught that contagious smile and followed it with an occasional giggle. He owned us. Flirting with the crowd, teasing us. He brought us to the edge of our toes while he riffed on his guitar and we waited for that hook to come back around. His band shared his enthusiasm. I was introduced to other songs that weren't on my CD. Girl in the War, Monster Ballads, Wolves and Good Man. This guy is good.
I assumed this was all for us. Just for Portland. Being the obsessed fan that I am I did what anyone else would do. A little internet stalking never hurts. I watched You Tube videos and found FabChannel.com. FabChannel is from the Paradiso in Amsterdam. An Amsterdam equivalent to the Portland Aladdin. Their website streams past concerts. Hundreds to choose from. And a couple from Josh Ritter. Anyway, turns out he is cheating on us. He performs in this manner all over the world not just Portland. That took some getting used to. Guess I have to be OK with sharing him.