I. Love. Portland.
I watched The Decemberists down at Pioneer Courthouse Square tonight--it was pretty much amazing.
Went up to Washington Park with Mark--we hiked around and around and ended up down at the International Rose Test Garden. It was pretty surreal--there was some insane lesbian pop/guitar duo playing in the amphitheater, shrieking songs which included the word vagina and the line, "Stop staring at my tits--I don't want you to." It was...um...out of place, to say the least. Walking between thousands of roses amongst senior citizens while Lilith-Fair-gone-dirty went down a couple hundred yards away--priceless.
Then a drag queen duo took the stage and sang a song about smoking pot...wow. It's a strange world.
It was after that that we ended up down at Pioneer Square. We ran into another friend, Tyler, and wandered around a bit until The Decemberists took the stage. I am pretty much in love with Colin Meloy. True story.
My life is seriously amazing. I couldn't have predicted this. Really.
Furthermore, there's no reason to be afraid. Ever.
Love,
Rosswell
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