Escapades

I met my friend LT for drinks at Brazen Bean last night. We each ordered something delicious to drink and also shared a plate of nachos.

We hadn't made solid plans of what we wanted to do after drinks but it became apparent that the night was not going to end any time soon. We decided on a whim to go see "The Other Boleyn Girl." (Good movie---you end up caring about characters you think you won't.) After another drink, we went back to LT's place to wait until it was time to go to the movie. Unfortunately, we didn't time things well and missed the streetcar. We were only about half way to downtown when the movie was starting but we decided to go for it anyway.

We got our tickets about twelve minutes into the movie. I don't feel like we missed so much as to affect our enjoyment.

After the movie finished, it was about 12:30 am. The streetcar was put away for the night and so began the long walk home. Of course, Portland at night can be full of weirdos. We maintained a brisk pace as we got out of downtown and into the Pearl. That is the last place we expected to see what we saw next.

Minding our own business, we headed down 10th. Out of the blue, we hear a man saying "Sorry girls, sorry," as he was sort of chuckling. Naturally, this drew our attention toward where he was standing, and due to this, we were front row witnesses of his little peep show. He wasn't urinating but his little friend was DEFINITELY out and he was definitely holding it.

Shudder. I don't want to see a display like that ever again.