nomad'z land

i flew into seattle for a super quick 1030pm-6am jaunt which is unfortunate since ive always wanted to explore seattle, but with my very attractive leg brace, it wouldnt have been feasible anyway. good thing about the leg brace is you can prop that shit up across three seats and nobody will sit next to you. scorefish! well, its either because i look like im in pain or just that disagreeable. id say its a little bit of both. and by a little bit i mean a lot. i also get a lot of different acl stories whilst traveling, most of which i find very encouraging in my determination to avoid surgery. oh god enough about my knee. so i got into seattle and settled into the hotel, waited for j to come to me and quickly downspiraled into a shit mood because that has been my m.o. for a good month (but good news and spoiler alert, im finally out of it, thank god and you are welcome universe and all of its inhabitants) so when j finally got to me i was in a heap of tears and madness. but he is good to me and more patient than i sometimes deserve so retrospectively well it aint so bad at all!

woke up the next morning at 6 to board the tour bus and mosey on down to portland! i survived the bus with my leg intact, just made sure i had to not be moving around and shit, or as my orthopedist said “dont be stupid about it.” oh man i had about 700 bouts of diarrhea here in portland. tmi? well fuck off then. this is important. it was a little hairy getting to and from places, not that i had to get around so much. anyway alcohol helps TONS. which is precisely what i got a lot of. and for that precise reason. you know, sometimes alcohol turns me into a beast. but i guess for other times when i am already in beast mode, it brings me to gentle giant status, minus the giant. oh, hilarious, at one point the smoke machine on stage got cray cray and enveloped j like he was in lost and shit. there is a sequence of three pictures down there all about it. i was dying!

moseyed on down to bend oregon later that night. oh hilaaarioussss and burn i dont have any pics, but we went on this lazy river and when i say lazy, i mean this shit was lazier than that one guy in your group of friends who cant peel himself off the couch and is always in a permahaze of weed smoke, oh and is 35 years old and has been stoned since 16. we went tubing with mike sara urana ethan ade and hossein… we WENT but we did not FINISH tubing. j and i could not for the life of us fuckin move down this river. it was so cold and my butt was cold for the next three hours but it was really just the funniest inadvertent thing id experienced in a long time. i love laughing my ass off with my boodle, it makes the sun shine and the world go round, but it doesnt make the river move, so theres that. i mean we were so slow that the runner had time to take the rest of our group back to the tour bus and come back and wait for us. i shake my head at you lazy river. laziest river of life.

i was gonna leave from bend but they were driving down to sf that night so changed my flight to leave sf the next morning, true to employee of the year form. thank the career gods for letting me not get fired, and i hope i didnt just jinx myself!