hobnobbing
On Sunday HRS ARK ROYAL and I went to brunch at Besaw. We walked there, and it was pretty rainy and blowy, and I was dressed pretty grungy anyway, thanks to Adam Forkner and the awesome bright pink shirt he gave me the day before, so by the time we arrived I was sort of a mess. HRS ARK ROYAL is a fancy-pants, so he looked real nice, of course. I think we already made a sort of funny looking couple. We sat at the counter, side by side, and ordered our breakfast. As you know, HRS ARK ROYAL is participating in a dietary challenge, wherein he eats exclusively dainty, pretty foods. Thus he ordered toast, a boiled egg, and a small yogurt. I myself ordered a big ol' plate of pancakes. And coffee. And a mimosa. When the waiter brought out our food, he understandably hesitated before placing the meals in front of their respective devourers. Like he needed to take a few seconds to think the words, "what the fuck?" I think gender stereotypes were effectively blasted when I picked up the check afterwards. Dainty, fancy man; grungy, lumberjack lady. MFEO. Or pretty funny, anyway.
Dinner with Darcy and her friend last night was really nice. We went to Typhoon, which is so delicious, and just got caught up on all our business. Darcy is married, and her friend Amanda is engaged. It seems like all of my friends are headed down that path these days. I know I've written about this many times, but it is still so strange to me that my life is really different from theirs in this one specific way. I still feel like I am 15 when it comes to dating! A 15 year old is too young to get married and buy a house! I guess I don't actually feel that immature, just sort of not ready to be a real grown up. Whatever that means.
Oh, hey, here is the link to my transportation blog entry I wrote. A real live city councilman commented on it! Maybe I'm an adult after all!
HRS ARK ROYAL is in San Fransisco right now. This is what I have to say to that fair city:
STOP STEALING MY FUCKING BOYFRIENDS, YOU FOGGY ASSHOLE!!
That is all.
You, my friend, are no lumberjack.
i pretty much love you for using "MFEO"
Metro Councilor, but still, it was pretty cool. Rex is one of the founders of the Bicycle Transportation Alliance. It's good that sometimes people like that come to be elected officials, you know?
I was sent to your website after a bunch of neurotic random clicking - its pretty great, very honest - i like that. I have some questions about Portland and was thinking maybe you could help? Please, i won't take complete advantage of your niceness, only a little.
Good call to that city of many devils. May it fall into the ocean.
i don't usually comment, as you know, but i'm really impressed that you are taking your resolution so seriously. i haven't seen you write about this new site, so i thought i'd let you in on it if you haven't heard about it yet. google chose our beloved trimet to test out a new transit planner. it is better than trimet's trip planner and the VERY best part is it compares the price of your bus ticket to the cost of driving the same distance. (they use the federal tax deduction rate to calculate the driving cost, so it is actually on the low end.) i've become sort of addicted to this, adding up how much i save just on gas and car maintenance by continuing my sansvoiture citizen status and then do things like buy expensive chocolate, get wicked drunk on good whiskey and fly to san francisco (which has been stealing my lover, of late, too! what the f-er!). this is the website: http://www.google.com/transit.
see you on the blessed no. 4 sometime?
Oh, my shy-to-post friend! Thanks for the good tips! I'm feeling so pumped up on this resolution, and am feeling supported left and right. Let's have a We-Hate-SF drink night soon, what do you say?
As for you, New Jessica, email me at wonderwillow@gmail.com with your questions, I'd be happy to help!
"foggy asshole." haaaa
I am sorry, I think I have to move to SF.
JUST KEEDING!
If only my scooter was a two seater, I could help you out more!
Your jokes are CRUEL, Sea Prince!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA! You're funny, Willow. San Francisco definitely can be a foggy asshole. Lately though, I have felt that New York is the poopiest asshole of them all.
I'm so glad you have a new paramour. Us old, near-married ladies need to have single, high life living, friends to live vicariously through. Makes life more exciting, like a soap opera! Speaking of, you could always give your new crushes soap opera names, like Tad, Brett, or Rhett. Ha ha ha! I guess that would be kind of cruel though.