- The Wi-Fi connection in the hotel sucks.
- We get in late every night. We like to party. What can I say?
- I am exhausted when I get back.
- My room smells like cinnamon. I don't know how that keeps me from writing, but it is peculiar.
Here are a few highlights. These are without details since I am sitting in a McDonald's taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi and trying to ignore the angry Korean staring at me to vacate his favorite table.
Apparently, you can get anywhere in the world from Portland. This is different than my home town. Where I am from, when someone asks me for directions, I usually tell them, "Sorry, you can't get there from here. Try the other side of town."
I got in a fight with a parking attendant, met Jen of "Jen" e sais quoi, ate a lot of vegan food, had a sea salt ice cream cone, fed some hipsters, saw the Pacific Ocean, saw several celebrity look-a-likes, ventured into Washington state and got hopelessly lost near the port in Portland. We were close to killing a vagrant for food, but we found our way out.
Sorry for the brief post, but I will make up for it later with more details.