Portland February 2015 - Day 5

 

 

When I got back home, Korben Dallas was overjoyed to see me. Wait, that's not the right word. Excited? No. Happy? No. Annoyed? That's the one. See, all cats are jerks. And KD is no different. Even though we've been living together for 2 and 1/2 years, I'm just a food dispensing machine to him. I can easily be replaced by another human being or (you guessed it) a machine. Maybe someday he'll figure out that I'm his best friend in the world. His only friend. Until then, he'll just be a jerk with no friends. Some life.

 

I make jokes about Korben Dallas. I love the little guy and the little guy loves me. But he's still a jerk. All cats are jerks. But don't you dare call him that. See, he's my jerk. And only I can say those words. Keep that in mind if you ever come over to his house. Later in the week I stopped by Mom's house (as I randomly do) and hung up our White Eagle Saloon Kid's Menu colorings on the fridge. We may be grown up now, but Jenny and I are still little kids that beg for attention from their parents.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was amazing to win these free airline tickets, get an opportunity to visit a new place and spend some quality time with some of the people I love most in this world. I don't often find myself out on the West Coast of the USA, but I would happily travel out that way again when I have the chance. I plan vacations like everyone else. I set aside money and take off of work. But it is the unplanned ones that end up being the most memorable. It sounds stupid to put it this way, but I never saw this one coming. So I had no expectations. There was nothing that I had to do (well except for Goonie Beach). So no matter what happened, this would be amazing. It wound up being an incredible success and yet another incredible adventure in my life. And also one that I will never forget.

Home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While this was a wicked and wild weekend (ha ha! Alliteration!), I wasn't ready to go back home to real life. Usually after something this sudden, random and thrown together, some people would long for a return back to the routine and normal life. But not me. I love chaos. I love not knowing what is waiting around the corner because it gives me a chance to ride the highs and lows while staying fluid in my reaction to any given situation. That's why I'm so weird all the time. I have to keep myself guessing. But that's life. Sometimes you just gotta go with it. Brandon picked us up from the airport I dropped those kids off. Looking back now, this trip was just what I needed.