June 2nd, 2013

Alt!Scotty

Worth the walk! Eventually.

I somehow hurt my left thigh Friday night. And not in a fun way, either.

I only slightly gimp-walked today! Tried to be gingerly with it, because I like having fully functional legs and I'd like that back ASAP, please.

And that leg didn't stop me from getting out. And then leaving both places I was supposed to meet people at, because it turned out I was slightly late while the others in this party were really late.

That requires explaining. I was part of a combined bachelor/bachelorette party, for two friends of mine who are getting married. The invite was "optional dinner at [a time] at [a place I can easily walk to even when I'm gimpy], then drinking at [a two-hours-later time] at [a bar]" so I made it to the first of the two announced locations and waited. And waited. Wait, I (eventually) thought. That dinner was "optional," and we're getting up to when the drinking's likely to begin and that's probably the part the party's really serious about, so I'm more likely to run into everyone at the next stop. So I headed for the next stop, via walking (AGAIN WITH THE WALKING, I'VE GOT SKILLS) and a bus. (Eventually. The #14 bus was reeeeeeeeally delayed out of downtown, I wonder because of prep down there for the Starlight Parade or something.) And I had enough time at the next stop for dinner -- a version of French Dip plus a salad, both damn good -- and two colas, plus run completely randomly into another friend with nothing to do with the bachelor/bachelorette party, before I started to think ....well, crap. Am I likely to run into anybody at this rate? I paid and left, figuring I'd get home and send a message to the bride and groom to the effect of "I suck, I didn't run into you even though I really really meant to."

(I didn't have anything mobile with me. My only mobile device is an iPad. I figured bringing that to pubs where I might actually do some serious drinking was a bad idea. "Drunk With An iPad" sounds like a Daft Punk album.)

I walked several blocks one way, then walked the blocks back figuring I'd at least check one more time at the bar. GUESS WHO WAS THERE? The bachelor/bachelorette party people, including the bride and groom. They'd run late. But we'd all finally rendezvoused. Visiting and shenanigans in more than one bar got started. I didn't actually drink -- "You're more straight-edge than a Christian punk band," my radio-business friend Jay Mackin said -- but! I did unbutton some of my black shirt's buttons. I also eventually wound up in a strip club, because Portland. And in the bars and in the strip club, I smiled a lot. I'm still smiling now.

Especially smiling at my leg being better. And about my friends being good.
Flavored Calories.

Escape Pork

Here's why you put something on top of whatever container contains the stuff you're microwaving: I was reheating some preheated pulled pork for a noodle dish, and even with the microwave at half-power and cooking for less than the specified time, when I opened the microwave I found one big chunk of that pork had leaped from the container to a corner. Agitation: like science, it works, bitches.
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Walking

Outside. That's where food, flowers, parks, protests, comedy, and, chances to walk are.

Leg update: By this morning I was past the "zombie walk" stage and had reached the "John Wayne" stage. Having my legs fully functional again will be nice.

Sleep update: Um, five hours last night, looks like? And that's catching up with me. EARLY NIGHT, CHRIS. You say that, you need to mean it.

Getting-around update: Decently mobile! But not until this afternoon, as I lollygagged around the apartment in the morning -- trying my best to be funny online while I played the cast commentary from the hilarious and insane Tropic Thunder in the background. Because I made sure Friday to replenish my TriMet tickets and I needed to go to the library this afternoon, I decided It's been several weeks since I've been downtown, so go to the central branch. I did that with a single ticket -- lasting from 1:45-ish to 4:30 and that was enough. Glorious and bright and warm day in downtown, same as most of the Portland area -- looks like any rain in the area didn't reach there (sorry, Heather in Hillsboro) -- and I soaked in some sun and some warmth. I spent a little bit in Pioneer Courthouse Square, which this weekend is half-filled with flowering plants, and saw a near-accident between a bicyclist and a bus. And some minutes later I was online via my iPad and saw that, apparently, a friend had seen the same near-accident, because she'd Tweeted about it. Small world once again.

During this, I almost baby-sat a dog. A man passing through the square asked if he could leave his dog and his backpack near me and if I'd watch to be sure no one molested either the dog or the pack. I was up for that, though the guy was gone less than a minute before he came back saying that the square's restroom was closed. Easiest babysitting ever, though maybe that's why I didn't get paid for it.

Library time followed, and so did enjoying the sight of families enjoying themselves in the Directors Park water fountain. I then went back to Pioneer Courthouse Square in time to see a silent protest of the Turkish government's crackdown on people protesting the pending loss of one of Istanbul's few parks. People held Turkish flags and homemade signs with messages both of support for the protestors and of protest against that government. Quite a few other people photographed the silent protest as well. I observed.

I'm lousy at talking about protest.

My final out-of-home thing today was an impromptu trip to a comedy show. This afternoon I'd heard, via Twitter, from local comedian Ian Karmel that a bar would host stand-up with him and others. The bar is The Lamp, next to the Aladdin Theater and only 10 or so blocks from my place. And I could make it! And I did. I splurged with dinner and beer at The Lamp, and enjoyed the show. I have thoughts about the comedy, but I don't want to take the time to think then write down critic-y thoughts. I want to get this entry done. And it's done now!

*re-reads to be sure he hasn't made an error he'd need to edit, because then strictly speaking it wouldn't be done*
Summer Me

Did this, thought of popfiend

Before tonight's dinner at The Lamp, I satisfied a desire of mine and had a milkshake. (By the way, observed: if you leave a strip club mentioning honestly that you're in the mood for a milkshake, someone's going to start singing "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours..." Also observed: this likely wouldn't happen at a gay men's strip club.) Only about three blocks from The Lamp is the Original Hotcake House. There, there're milkshakes, and I stopped there once I was back in SE Portland.

And had a vanilla milkshake. One of three flavors available there, as is true of many places, and why not have vanilla? At McDonald's at least, all milkshakes start out as vanilla milkshakes, then with strawberry or chocolate flavoring added. But I digress. The point is, when I ordered, I thought of popfiend.

He'll know why. And, I hope, smile.