Please Warm My Weiner, You Know It Don't Feel Right Cold
I came to at 7:30 today, my glasses on my chest, and my eyebrows on my sheets. Last night, in what is as common of an occurance as stretch marks on Paris Hilton, I stayed out until the wee hours of the morning with my friend, Joe, and his lovely and charming girlfriend, Miss Colleen. But let's do this in the correct order, shall we?
After lazing around the 914 home base until 10, I got out of the bed and got ready to go out. Because of the slow crawl at which I painted my facial features on, I left at about 11:30.
My first stop was the Goodwill on Burnside. Although I found nothing for myself there, I got an amazing hideous gift for the Monkey. Let's just say, he will be prepared for our return to Oregon.
Next on my agenda was the Burnside Everyday Music. This location has the Jazz and Classical annex, which was my reason for stopping there. I made a beeline for the folk and then the jazz sections. I picked out 15 CDs, some new, some used. If you haven't been to EM in Portland, the big draw here is you can listen to anything in the store before you buy. That's right. They will crack open the new and the used CDs and you can stand there all day and listen to them. This way you never get stuck with one you don't like. Brilliant idea.
A surprisingly nice young hipster-type kid (who went and picked out more CDs he thought I would like), set me up and kept the CDs coming. I didn't have a lot of luck with the folk music, but I scored on the old jazz front. I was particularly interested in black jazz and pre-jazz, from 1900-1940. I found 7 amazing CDs. One is actually a compilation from Robert Crumb's personal 78 collection, and features the title track that I used for this post title.
Also scored was an amazing collection of rural American religious music from the 20s-30s, Leadbelly, Skip James, Robert Johnson ($8!) and Blind Boy Fuller. I'm set for the next few months with these.
Around 8, Joe and Colleen came up from Beaverton so we could go eat some dinner. She's a vegetarian like my Monkey, so she suggested Dot's, a restaurant/bar with nothing over $10 on the menu, and lots of vegetarian and vegan dishes. I had a huge chicken quesadilla and we all shared a steaming plate of cheddar-drenched fries.
We spent the remainder of the night driving from place to place for coffee, dessert, etc. We finally ended up in a Denny's, which was a special thrill for myself, Denny's biggest fan. I had a blast talking to Joe and Colleen. This was the first time I met Colleen, so I didn't really know what to expect. Colleen rawks! Although she is a seemingly sweet-natured 26 year-old, she is funny, smart as all hell and sarcastic, so what's not to love? We caught up on the four years it's been since I saw Joe.
I've had a nap already, and can't watch another minute of that boring-ass convention. I have on some show about Anton LaVey and the Church of Satan now. There are definite similarities between them. I need pie. Do I leave my lair at 914 and venture out into the daylight? I guess I should. At least let the maid in here to clean up the place.