A seagull nearly collides with my skull as I'm crossing the Burnside Bridge...

posted by jeremy on January 13, 2006

Startles me from my reverie of the revelry that has composed these last few days. My life has been composed of interesting juxtapositions of people & situations ever so suddenly, my spin on this bitch PDX totally spun. I've been punched in the face not once but maybe thrice in the last 48 hours, as well as had some drinks meticulously placed in my face... and that, my friends, was total fun.

When my old old friend Matt 'stole my goddam date to prom' Ritzinger comes to town, well shit, we always go straight back to our Midwestern cultural belief system, ie. starting shit, talking shit, imbibing gallons of whiskey, rough-housing in the wrong fucking places always. This particular night it was the Crowbar. I don't really remember just exactly what it is that happened. I simply woke up smelling of, covered in, liquor... with my inner lip torn from my own teeth (one of which was loose) and my thumb aching from a possible misthrown punch at Matt's nuts. (I think I hit a table somehow.) I'm pretty certain Michelle from New Orleans decked me at some juncture too. Judas bless those fucks. Afterwards, I was shuttled off to the wondrous lair of this brilliant goof-ball beauty, Annica, my newest friend. She laughed at me, bought me BurgerKing, made life better as she has for the last 4 weeks. It was, in my humble opinion, a perfect night.

Here's to friends, stupidity, random violence & sudden sudden love.