July 31st, 2016
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| Two Birthday Girls. Olinka and the lovely Lisa |
Everybody is pissed at me. I don't give a shit. I was dragged down here under false pretenses. I was told that we were coming down to Hipster Hell to cellibrate Aunt Olinka's Birthday. Bro Steve said everything was arranged. Then we were told Olinka had no room. That's all right. There are 6 of us So I booked three rooms at the hotel for three nights. Then a week ago Bro Steve tells me he is staying at Olinka's and that I should cancel one of the rooms and Dr Dan could bunk with us. I have no problem with that. I made the change and waited for Papa Dawg and Joan to arrive. It was not the truth! The truth is Olinka didn`t want Papa Dawg to come to her party because of his drinking. When he gets drunk, he tends to be an obnoxious prick. I'm not talking out of school here. I have told him this many times to his face. If Bro Steve had told me this I would have stayed in Vancouver and we would have had a great time just like we did on Thursday and now I`m pissed at the world and just want to go home. I`m out $400 for the hotel room and a day of my life wasted on anger. I`m going to tell Papa Dawg why. He deserves to know. Maybe we`ll go to Burger King for dinner. Fuckin Family! Sheeesh, There. I`ve vented! Now to get on with enjoying this shit hole of a town. Everyone here is so determined to be different they all end up the same. Bad haircuts, tattoos and a dog. Fuckin Twats! Okay now I`m actually finished venting..............for now!
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| Bro Steve, Birthday Boy |
I was up at 6 am and writing yesterdays post. I sat out in the lobby with my laptop while the hordes of people were checking out. People were staring at me like I had two heads. Turns out they were right I had left my fly open and was slightly exposed. It wasn`t until I stood up to stretch my legs that I realised it. What the hell, everyone knows it pays to advertise. At 9 am I went back into the room and Dr Dan and the lovely Lisa were still sleeping so at 9:15 I left a note and went to Denny`s for breakfast. It`s just a 10 minute walk from the hotel and I walked along the river to get there. Did I tell you that our hotel is on Hayden Island? It sits in the middle of the Columbia River and is a very nice hotel. I sat at the counter and was served by a woman who had as much hair on her face as I do. I was going to take a picture but I forgot to put the card back into the camera and I turned off my phone as soon as it said Welcome to the USA. I had a cup of Jo in front of me before my ass hit the stool. You can say what you want about Denny`s but it is by far the best service we have received in the US. I ordered an original slam. Eggs over easy, hashbrowns and a side of biscuits and sausage gravy. I don`t use syrup. I like to put my eggs on my pancakes and eat them like that. It comes with coffee and juice. I had tomato juice because it helps lower cholesterol and I really like tomatoes! I sat at the counter watching the cooks throw together meal after meal. There was a lineup at the door and every seat in the place had a bum in it. It was fascinating watching the speed and precision that the wait staff had as they flew back and forth in a choreographed dance that seemed to teeter on the brink of disaster as trays full of food held high over their heads weaved around the coffee pot wielding waiters hell bent on refilling every cup of Jo in the place. In minutes my food was in front of me. All three plates. I ate it all. I need to not eat in anger! I waddled out half an hour later and took the long way back to the hotel. I grabbed a novel off the bookshelf in the hallway of the hotel The Afghan by Frederick Forsyth. I`m only fifty pages in but I`m quite liking it. At 11 I went back into the room and they were awake. That`s when they told me about the Papa Dawg thing and I told them what I thought about it. They went to breakfast mad at me and as far as I`m concerned they can all go fuck themselves. ``We`ll go for a walk later`` they said as they went out the door. They can take a long walk off a short pier! Now. I`m reading and watching golf and life is good. I planned on going swimming but the weather matches my mood....shitty!
Feeling better now. The sun came out.
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| Pool Time |
I went for a swim. I was a jerk to Bro Steve. It wasn't his fault. I think that Olinka never communicated she didn't want her brother to be there. I need to apologize to Bro Steve and I will.
We went to the Portland Market about 4 pm the Market closes at 5. It's just a huge craft fair. I don't need any more driftwood dust collectors so Papa Dawg and I walked along the Seawall looking at the traffic on the river and solving the world's problems.
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| Taking a break at the Market |
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| With good Green he won't have to leave his box to travel! |
We left the downtown core for Aunt Olinka's but first a stop at the Mexican supermarket that is near her place. Ten kinds of hot sauce, a large slab of Chicarone, a 64 ounce bottle of Bud light and my shopping was done. The lovely Lisa digs these kinds of stores. We found a similar one near Uncle Charlies place in new Jersey. If you don't know Chicarone is pork skin fried in pig fat. In Canada they call them bacon puffs in a Mexican Supermarket it's Chicarone and you buy it from the butcher. Big slabs of it still warm. I can feel my new arteries clogging up even as I type!
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| Lovely Lisa Birthday girl on her Birthday Eve |
Bro Steve bought the makings for Mojitos, Dr Dan and Papa Dawg bought six packs and the lovely Lisa bought these Mexican cherries that were almost black in color and were pretty good and cheap .99 lb. Not nearly as good as BC Cherries but nicely cherry flavoured. Two minutes later we were at Olinka's. Hello's and hugs all around. The last time I saw Olinka was in Praugue in 2007. She is a talented sculptor and painter and was doing a commision in Praugue. She was our guide and translator and had a car that we could borrow while we were there. Sadly the hugs stopped when she got to Papa Dawg. She turned on her heel and left the room. He made several more overtures but Olinka was having none of it. That's the thing about family. They know your sore spots, how to push your buttons. Like they say "You only hurt the ones you love." It's too bad they couldn't find a way through it. I played a little guitar with Steve and drank 64 ounces of Bud Light. Bud light is like sex on the beach .....Fucking near water. Sorry about the language I've said fuck more in this posting than I have in the previous 350. Here is a bunch of Pics from the party
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| A family Shot |
It's midnight on Monday. I've made my apology to Bro Steve. He's a great guy, the lovely Lisa's twin and one of my best friends and musical mentor. It was also the lovely Lisa and Bro Steve
fifty second Birthday today. Happy Birthday to two of the most important people in my life. I love you both. Of course I'd love you more if you were twin sisters! It's a joke, lighten up!
P.S. The lovely Lisa left the camera in Bro Steve's car so these pictures are day old. A little stale but still edible. So, picture this....in your mind!
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace Out Y'all
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