So instead this is going to be a mediocre and mostly uneventful overview, but Paris will HAVE BETTER PICTURES, I promise. :D
- on the flight to NYC I sat next to a dog. It yapped. For ten hours. This is without a doubt fifty million times worse than crying babies.
- JFK airport people are rude. ALL OF THEM, EVER. Just kidding, maybe I got a particularly control-freakish border person, but he got all eye-rolly on me when I filled out the customs slip in pencil instead of pen. Like, no one actually cares.
- On my flight to Portland, the yappy dog was replaced by a shoe designer for Nike. He jabbered to me about sports people. He would be like, "I designed shoes for bla-bla," and I'd be like, "Whoa," even though I had never heard of them. I'm sure they're very famous, though.
- I got to Oregon.
- There were kittens.
- And then kittens.
- And kittens.
- Kittens in pots.
|I was fantastic at it. Sometimes? I managed to hit the ball with the stick.|
- And then I have no relevant pictures until this one, which is of a garbage can in Atlanta.
|In Georgia they plug in their garbage cans, no doubt to save the environment.|
I also wandered around Portland, and waited in line for half an hour with Shannon and Alyssa for Voodoo donuts, and had goat cheese ice cream and vinegar ice cream and cilantro ice cream, and bought books at Powell's aka the coolest, hugest bookstore ever and bought more books in Hood River and bought one more book in Denver, and visited Taco Bell for the first time, and went to a massive mall and watched Pacific Rim, but I have no photographic evidence of any of this.
|BOOKS. Which have you read, tell meeee.|