Friday in the city

I had such a busy day Friday and forgot to sit and write about it. I woke up early and walked in the rain to the bus. No umbrella. I forgot I even packed one until I saw someone at the bus stop holding one. Sheesh. I kept going anyways. I got off the bus near Pioneer Square and had a bit of walking to do before lunch.

I had to make my way to Stumptown Coffee (stumptown, a nickname for this city when Lumber was booming here) I had a great single cup brew of Guatamalen and then bought some coffee to go. My next stop was Voodoo Donuts for a traditional voodoo donut. 

Filled with raspberry filling for effect. Thats a pretzel stick in its heart.

One thing I found in this city is that they are so green you can't find a plastic bag to carry your items around it, basically, don't even ask! So I had a brown bag of coffee and white bag with donut and rain rain everywhere. I made my way back to Pioneer Place to find a warm dry bench to enjoy my donut on.

I had a nice lunch with Cary at Taco Loco and then hustled to Studio 220 for a hair cut. Oh it was fabulous. I love the way she cuts my hair and the place is so cool. All the people working there are tall skinny and apparently it was wear boots day so they all stomped around the place. It was great. What fun! 

Its just a big table with mirrors all around it. Very low key. 

By this time my coat had dried a bit and I had to get myself out of the city so I could meet Moira for Happy Hour at Urban Hopworks on Powell St.

I caught the Powell bus this time and what a ride it was! Just over the Hawthorne bridge these two young kids with their sleeping bags got on the bus. They were totally wasted and the girl was loudly talking to everyone around her and picking fights with people who'd look her in the eye. Then a couple of stops down the road about 25 high school kids got on the bus and all hell broke loose. The bus was packed all the way to the back and one obnoxious girl was standing next to the drunk boy and started trying to pick a fight, but as there was no room for either of them to move all she could do was yell at him. Then she started to make throw up sounds because something on the bus smelled funny, like when doesn't it. So she's fake barfing, yelling at the drunk guy and the drunk girl hears this and starts yelling from her side of the bus (they were not sitting together) so she tries to get up and go to him and falls down the stairs on the bus so its literally madness. I think its the wildest bus ride I've had so far. 

Once i made it home I had to turn around and head back to Hopworks and that was fun. The place is huge, and there is a strange section there where families go. I mean, kid central. I was a little weird. Not really a pubby place when its full of kids but Moira and I sat and chatted for a while and I was filled with enthusiasm by the time she was done talking. It was nice to talk to someone who's been in the tour business for a while and could say encouraging things.

Saturday was to be my interview at Portland Walking Tours and it had been so long since Moira had done that she didn't know what to tell me to expect.