Daang. It’s been a cool second. Back in LA after a long trip to Portland. As I was driving home from work for 40 minutes on the 10 last night I was like, daang, I wanna stay in P-Town forever. And now I’m like, daaaammn, I still feel that way. Just wanna cuddle in a pile of thrift store panties and be socially obligated to compost food scraps. Oh well, I guess there’s this song to bring me up. Thanks guys.
I didn’t think I could make it. Six months in LA traffic and I was feeling the rage. Over Christmas, on a week trip to Portland everyone was asking about my exploits in the big city. “Phew,” I told them, “traffic is killer.” Which, truthfully, is on par with “the weather is unbeatable.” Or, “we have an IHOP down the block with valet service.” Just kidding I love/hate that fact. However, when driving becomes such a significant, depressing portion of your life, it comes up in conversation with people who bike to work.