Clearly I am not cut out for Ryan Bingham's life...
New York to LA to New York to Chicago to Portland to New York in 8 business days.
I am feeling rootless and a little confused. Well, more confused than usual, anyway.
Car service driver totally flaked on me this morning, so I had to call another car service at 4:30 to get me to LaGarbage. I wasn't happy to begin my day this way.
Getting ready to bolt Chicago and head off to Portland now...never been there, so I'm excited to check it out. I'm meeting Roni's old friend Curtis, (brilliant blues-harp player, inspiration for the Blues Brothers, sang with Santana) for a coffee when I get there. Maybe sitting with a musician for a little bit will align my time zones and circadians and chakras and all that fun stuff.
I just checked my work email to find that the Heir Apparent has scheduled a mandatory 8:30 meeting for Thursday morning, the day after I get back.
I may just kill myself.
4 comments:
Ridiculous ... not even enough time to try different pizzas and shop at Watertower!
Portland is great. But I'm too many years removed from there to offer any suggestions.
Portland=great bookstores, food, and coffee. Hope you have the chance to find out!
When I asked the guy at the hotel front desk this morning, "Where can I get a good cup of coffee?" he said, "Well, there's a Starbuck's across the street, and a place called Spella right around the corner."
Of course I chose Spella, and I am so happy that I did. Teeny-tiny place, with just enough room for two employees and two customers to stand. Best cuppa I've had in a long time.
I really like Portland so far. All the guys are hot here, in that "I do outdoorsy things" kinda way.
I looked longingly at Powell's last night as we drove by, but I was so wiped out I couldn't think to stop!
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