Rooftop

Today Michelle and I helped a friend move out of a bizarre living situation. It was probably one of the easiest moves, as it only took 3 quick van trips, so we were done by 1pm, then she bought us lunch. She’s going to be living on Belmont, surrounded by plenty of opportunities for fun. It sure beats waking up to your 50 year old roommate and her boyfriend doing it on the couch.

Later in the evening we went to a birthday party for another friend (and fellow Virgo) that, while being fun and entertaining, was just a facade for the boyfriend to have a fire in the backyard to burn up a stump that he’s been unable to remove by conventional means. It was some fire.

Remember getting scolded in school for waiting until the last minute to do your work? Well, teachers aren’t much different.

This was an absurdly busy weekend that was almost too much fun. My sister came down on Friday and joined us for our second annual trip to the Mt. Angel Oktoberfest. Great food, beer, music and crowds. Next we went to Saturday Market before having to give Hilary to another friend who lives in town. Scott and I went to the Organic Beer Festival at Port Halling in Gresham later that day. It was a cool event with a great vibe that helped prove to me that there are some top notch organic beers out there. I’ve got pictures of both events.

In effort to cleanse ourselves, Scott and I joined up with Ross for a 20 mile mt. bike ride on the McKenzie River Trail. It was a tremendous ride that nearly kicked our butts. It was the perfect day for it, and no one got grated like cheese on the lava rocks.

Your breathing quickens, maybe the music is at fault. You’ve dozed off, having just scolded me for talking about your cat in a less than friendly manner. Your arm over me is comforting, I may even sleep this way. Love is warm, but its also humid.

Here’s my plan for reducing graffiti in the library bathroom. Initially I thought dry erase boards would be good, but its not much of an improvement upon the chalkboards they have at L&C law school. My plan involves stereotypes and literature, or something close to it.

• Bolt magazine rack to inside door of bathroom stall
• make generalizations about the types of graffiti and the people who write them and select magazines based on those generalizations
• put copies of Guns & Ammo, Adbusters, Christianity Today, Thrasher, The Source and Cosmopolitan (catch-all).
• Impose time limit for bathrooms

Michelle was sitting on the couch the other day when a flea jumped onto her hand, then onto her shirt, then onto the couch, then it disappeared. We’ve seen a couple of fleas since, and gave both animals their flea medicine a week early to help combat an infestation. So far we’ve not seen enough to warrant real concern, but I assure you, Tigger will be sold on Ebay if we have to bomb the house. If anyone is looking for a 14 year old tabby/siamese mix that has a tendency to throw up on the furniture, vocalize loudly at 3am, and look pissed all the time, start thinking about how much you’d be willing to pay for him… :)