THURSDAY
I was up all night packing
for my departure. As always, I was full of nervous energy. I managed to watch a
few of my shows (can’t remember which) and finally went to bed at 2am, allowing
just two hours until wake-up time at 4am.
Dad was my ride to the
airport but I had to wait an hour at our workplace, which allowed me to nap/rest
for about an hour as the car sat in the quiet, dark parking lot. This is not
unusual, as I always drive with him to work. He goes in an hour-and-twenty minutes earlier,
allowing me to nap. However, at the end of this rest I was embarking on my
third BizarroCon.
My dad surprised me with
twenty dollars of spending money before we took off. The ride was surprisingly
short.
I was impressed with the
whole experience of John Wayne Airport, which is as beautiful as that of
Portland, and arguably Minneapolis. It really exemplifies the Southern
California image. The only problem is no rail access.
Getting through security
was a breeze. I had over two hours before my flight, which was by choice. I first
browsed the shops looking for windbreakers. None of them were what I wanted,
nor were they reasonably priced.
I then browsed the restaurants.
I ultimately decided to go with Ruby’s. I had the jumbo cinnamon roll, beignets
(which I dipped in coffee), their famous “spuds” (potatoes), and a bagel. I was
sufficiently sated at the end of this sitting.
After stuffing myself, I decided to do some last minute route research for my photography visit to Portland’s Washington Park.
I then purchased bottled
water. I made way to my boarding gate soon after.
Interestingly, I was seated
next to a cute young blonde woman and her two cute children. She apologized to
me for being in the children isle, but I reassured her that it shouldn’t be a
problem with a subtle smirk.
Take-off had us flying over
the ocean in a short amount of time, which reminded me of LAX take-offs.
I learned many things about
the blonde woman and her family. I overheard that they were going to visit her
mom’s farm, which apparently was in a snowy area. They had to transfer to
another flight in Portland and then drive from that airport. This was all
fascinating, I also overheard that she had a husband who wasn’t there for
whatever reason.
The little girl’s leg often
pushed into mine as she was stretching out, which bothered the mother more than
me. I kind of liked it.
Additionally, the little boy made some strong eye contact with me with his big blue eyes, reminiscent of my own as a toddler. At one point the mother was telling her daughter not to pick her nose, and told her she had to wait for tissue that they didn't have. I had tissues and offered them up, which earned me a nice thanks and some inner satisfaction. This woman and her children were my favorite airplane neighbors to date.
Portland airport was nice
and this time I was less rushed since I had caught my scheduled flight. Like Orange County, I browsed some stores, including Columbia, Nike,
and others for windbreakers. All the windbreakers were rather unattractive and
ranged from 80 to 120 dollars. No thanks.
I made my way to the red
line train en route to downtown. My transfer point for a bus was Providence
Park, and I had about 45 minutes until the next bus. At first irritated, I
decided to look up local thrift shops that I may be able to walk to. Sure
enough, there was a Goodwill store up Burnside, only about a 15-minute walk
away.
I ended up finding a nice
purple Columbia jacket for only 10 dollars!
Fuck you, Portland International.
After the bus came, my
first stop was the Japanese Garden, which was still impacted by construction. Unfortunately,
there was no Fall color of significance, but I managed to find some nice shots
anyhow.
What stood out, though, was
the show unfolding in the nearby tennis courts while I waited for the bus
leaving the garden. A lewd and lascivious photo shoot was occurring in which a
heavier woman was photographing a slender, jet black=haired woman with notably
toned legs. This scene was turning many heads.
My next stop was Hoyt Arboretum.
This was much bigger than the Japanese Garden, and with free admission.
Sunlight was fading, so I had to focus on one area to hike to. I decided upon
the redwoods, which included an impressive viewing deck. When I reached the
redwoods, I was enveloped in a pine-scented paradise both tranquil and
potentially horrifying (like in the tv show Grimm,
which I understand is largely filmed in nearby Forest Park, and perhaps in
Washington Park too), just the kind of vibe I was there for.
I hiked back and waited for
the bus in the dark. It took a whole hour for the damn thing to arrive, but at
least it did. There was a mixed race woman and her daughter in the bus, nobody
else. As it turned out, we were both headed to the MAX station. Apparently, the
woman didn’t know the area, so the bus driver told her to follow me. With that
responsibility thrust upon me, I told him I didn’t know the area either. He
pointed me in the right direction, which eliminated my doubts. The woman and
her daughter followed me and we made it down to the lower level platform and
waited for the train.
While waiting for about 8
minutes, the daughter said many things to me that I couldn’t decipher. Nonetheless,
she was incredibly cute and sweet.
When the train came it was
quite packed, both the woman and her daughter and I stood for the first few
stops in the car’s center. I did my rapid/nervous clarinet fingers to alleviate
some boredom, which the girl saw and decided to stop by physically seizing my
hand and shutting it. Ah, such consideration.
Eventually, I made it to
the transfer point for the Troutdale bus line at NE 82nd street and
I headed up to the stop, where I proceeded to walk in circles and twirl around
a light pole, like I was in Singin’ in
the Rain, to alleviate more boredom.
The bus ride to Edgefield
was quite agreeable. At one point, a destitute looking man entered the bus with
empty bottles, which he clung to his chest. When he sat down, he spent the
whole time hunched over and gazing at a tiny screen on a flip-phone. This was
one of the weirdest things I ever saw, and I was grateful for it.
When I checked in at the
hotel, I had a peace of mind unlike my previous two visits. Finances were good
and I was free to simply enjoy myself. Additionally, I had a private room to
look forward to for two nights.
I got situated in my room
before heading to the first night’s party. On the way, I loaded up with two
coffees. At the party, a few people noted that I was double-fisted with some
intrigue. Hey, I learned something, I encountered the term “double-fisted” for
the first time. Good times.
The Bizarro Raffle happened for the first time on Thursday night this year, and there weren't many prizes.
The Bizarro Raffle happened for the first time on Thursday night this year, and there weren't many prizes.
I found MP Johnson and
shared my bus observation of the strange man with the cell phone, and solicited
his feelings and opinions on it, if any. He asked, “What was on that screen?!”
I said, “Just some text.” He replied, “Maybe that was the date of his death!” I think we both realized he gave a cop-out
response and that he wasn’t feeling the story like I hoped and imagined that he
would.
That’s all I can remember
before heading back to my room for the night.
MAJOR CORRECTION
Wow, the perils of not writing things down when the memories are fresh. I was confusing the timelines of Thursday and Friday.
I visited the gift shop and bought a growler and some face wash and a stereo viewer for my iPhone.
I ate at the Black Rabbit Restaurant for the first time, which was on my Edgefield checklist. I had the restaurant to myself and I ordered the Bigeye Tuna. I also tried the Hard Cider.
The Ad House parties are sometimes hard to remember in their proper order. I'm still struggling to determine whether the following occurred on Thursday or Friday, but I'm going with Thursday. I had my first reunion of the year with William Perkins, professed fan of my blog from last year.
Then he introduced me to Constance.
MAJOR CORRECTION
Wow, the perils of not writing things down when the memories are fresh. I was confusing the timelines of Thursday and Friday.
I visited the gift shop and bought a growler and some face wash and a stereo viewer for my iPhone.
I ate at the Black Rabbit Restaurant for the first time, which was on my Edgefield checklist. I had the restaurant to myself and I ordered the Bigeye Tuna. I also tried the Hard Cider.
The Ad House parties are sometimes hard to remember in their proper order. I'm still struggling to determine whether the following occurred on Thursday or Friday, but I'm going with Thursday. I had my first reunion of the year with William Perkins, professed fan of my blog from last year.
Then he introduced me to Constance.
Constance is the sort of girl I want to see more than once a year, much more.
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