Okay. Well, I live in Portland, and if you live in Portland long enough you wind up with a trapped in an apartment with Courtney Taylor story.
So I was at this party, right? Guess who shows up but the Dandy Warhols singer and the puffy-haired drummer. They're both visibly loaded and much eyerolling happened. Anyway, 3:00am rolls around and my girlfriend and I, being broke and carless, am trying to figure out how to get home. The Courtney Taylor guy graciously offers us a lift. "Wow", I thought, "that's pretty nice. Maybe he's not the egoistic lauging-stock that everybody else in Portland makes him out to be." So we get in his car and I tell him how to get to my house first. "Mind if we go to my apartment first?" he asks. "sure." So we go to his apartment, and from there are treated to three hours of watching him smoke pot and show off polaroids of all these minor celebrities he'd met. It was so annoying I almost freaked out. "Hey, check it out.. it's me and Winona Rider". I mean, maybe if I was friends with the guy I'd bee all "oooh", but I didnt' know him well enough to be impressed by any of the washed-up starlets he's made out with or hung out with or whatever. It was all very him-trying-to-impress in a not very subtle way and I felt sad, kinda. Mostly annoyed, though. So I waited 'till the bus started again and then took my leave.
So all the other Portland people were right; that guy is a sad sack.
So I was at this party, right? Guess who shows up but the Dandy Warhols singer and the puffy-haired drummer. They're both visibly loaded and much eyerolling happened. Anyway, 3:00am rolls around and my girlfriend and I, being broke and carless, am trying to figure out how to get home. The Courtney Taylor guy graciously offers us a lift. "Wow", I thought, "that's pretty nice. Maybe he's not the egoistic lauging-stock that everybody else in Portland makes him out to be."
So we get in his car and I tell him how to get to my house first.
"Mind if we go to my apartment first?" he asks.
"sure."
So we go to his apartment, and from there are treated to three hours of watching him smoke pot and show off polaroids of all these minor celebrities he'd met. It was so annoying I almost freaked out. "Hey, check it out.. it's me and Winona Rider". I mean, maybe if I was friends with the guy I'd bee all "oooh", but I didnt' know him well enough to be impressed by any of the washed-up starlets he's made out with or hung out with or whatever. It was all very him-trying-to-impress in a not very subtle way and I felt sad, kinda. Mostly annoyed, though. So I waited 'till the bus started again and then took my leave.
So all the other Portland people were right; that guy is a sad sack.
he can write a helluva pop tune, though.
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