Girls rule, cats drool!
SPOKANE, WA: My first stop was going to be Spokane, WA to visit my friend Ryan. Ryan and I met two or three years ago when I was visiting Tommy, who at the time was one of my best friends. Tommy and I had a sort of falling out, but I met Ryan and we became fast friends over karaoke and our agreement that "Goonies never say die!". Spokane is definitely not one of my favorite cities in the country. As a matter of fact, for the size of the city I found it to be uncommonly dull. It was also uncommonly cold, and it even snowed while I was there. But as with most places, Spokane mattered less than the company I was with, so even common activities were made better with good conversation. The highlight of Spokane was probably getting to see Jucifer. It would have been more fun if the bar hadn’t kicked everyone out well before 2am. The guy actually got on stage before Jucifer even finished their set and started telling at everyone to get out. I kind of felt sorry for them because they weren’t even given a chance to sell their merch. Ah, well, that’s what things are like in more conservative cities I suppose! But they did have an after hours gay dance club, which I guess was pretty impressive. Too bad the music was terrible! But after a couple of days in Spokane, it was time to move on.
Me and Ryan... I swear the cat enjoyed my visit too!
The next stop was to be Portland. On the bus there, I finally met my first bus stranger. His name was George, and he was a tall black man of about thirty. Bus trips are long, so we had plenty of time to exchange life stories. George had come from Kentucky, and was on his way to Seattle. He had had a well paying job working at the airport, until his car broke down and he could no longer get to work. Work was hard to come by in his town, and he had almost given up when he saw an enticing ad in the paper. It was one of those ads they always have with the 1-800 number, you know those ones that promise travel and riches and excitement. He called the number and spoke to a recruiter who told him tales of people making three thousand dollars or more a week, all by selling magazines door to door. He told me his plans to send money home to his mother, and how he’d be able to visit his sister in LA. He beamed as he told me all of this got more excited as he went on. He truly believed that he was going to get rich. I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin his dream so I just smiled back until I fell asleep...
Not everything in my trip was excitement and glamour and crazies! But I have decided I will give the dirty details in special friends only entries just for you kids! There won't be a lot of them, but they're coming!
Me and Ryan... I swear the cat enjoyed my visit too!
The next stop was to be Portland. On the bus there, I finally met my first bus stranger. His name was George, and he was a tall black man of about thirty. Bus trips are long, so we had plenty of time to exchange life stories. George had come from Kentucky, and was on his way to Seattle. He had had a well paying job working at the airport, until his car broke down and he could no longer get to work. Work was hard to come by in his town, and he had almost given up when he saw an enticing ad in the paper. It was one of those ads they always have with the 1-800 number, you know those ones that promise travel and riches and excitement. He called the number and spoke to a recruiter who told him tales of people making three thousand dollars or more a week, all by selling magazines door to door. He told me his plans to send money home to his mother, and how he’d be able to visit his sister in LA. He beamed as he told me all of this got more excited as he went on. He truly believed that he was going to get rich. I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin his dream so I just smiled back until I fell asleep...
Not everything in my trip was excitement and glamour and crazies! But I have decided I will give the dirty details in special friends only entries just for you kids! There won't be a lot of them, but they're coming!