the last 55 hours
in chronological order:1. A date. A really fucking good date. The first date I have had since arriving in Portland that was 100% cool and fun and 0% bad in any way.
2. A career fair. During which I gained no useful contacts and did not distribute a single one of my freshly printed resumes, but did have a lovely conversation with Jeanne from Salem Habitat for Humanity, in which she directed me to several good resources for finding planning jobs here
3. A cafe au lait. At Powell's. With Chuck Palahniuk's book about Portland.
4. A dinner. Hosted by Jon and Elise in honor of the season finale of Project Runway. The designer I liked won.
5. An email. From the date mentioned in item (1). Which contained the following paragraph: "I'd like to see you again, if you're game. Soon. Sunday? Cuban?"
6. A hike. With a mycologist, around
7. A concert. At the Aladdin yet again, with Joshua yet again, this time Greg Brown. Greg Brown! What a voice. And followed by
8. Breakfast. At night, my favorite time for breakfast. At the 24-hour HotCake House around the corner from my own (non hotcake) house.
Oh, hoorah. Deciding not to feel like shit is really working out. I mean, not financially. But in all the other ways.
posted by tortaluga @ 12:58 AM
1 Comments:
A post involving both Project Runway and a mycologist. Good stuff.
I finally warmed up to Jeffrey by the end of the show, and I think that Laura trying to call him out on the sewing stuff in the penultimate show really sealed it. He's still an ass, but it felt right that he won.
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