2006-12-12 - 9:37 p.m.
The Oregon Trail, Day Seven: Thursday, December 7, 2006.
8:25 a.m. - I go on a run and see a Port-a-Potty in someone's front yard that has a sign on it that reads "Honey Bucket."
8:30 a.m. - I get lost in Katie's neighborhood.
We go a lot of places all day.
3:10 p.m. - All three of us buy the Sufjan Stevens x-mas box for ourselves.
4:45 p.m. - In the bathroom in the restaurant across the street from where we're drinking coffee, there are no individual urinals but instead a big long metal trough filled with ice.
4:50 p.m. - A man who has wrapped himself in a gigantic white blanket walks by.
4:51 p.m. - A man with a ruffly pleather kilt follows closely behind.
7:05 p.m. - We meet up with an inaptly named "Nouveau American" restuarant with Kelsey and Charles, two Turkmenistan PCVs who served two years before Kelly and I. Charles is very funny, therefore I am extremely nervous to meet him in person for the first time.
7:25 p.m. - "Does hoppy make it more bitter?...or strong?...or hoppy?" - me.
8:50 p.m. - "Do you rock?" - Charles, "Do. I. Rock. Excellent question." - Katie.
8:51 p.m. - "I'm more of an enthusiastic strummer." - me.
9:14 p.m. - "Happy Birthday, you old bird." - Charles, pretending to sign a birthday card for a geriatric woman on his pretend staff.
9:24 p.m. - "I consider them more bovine than dead." - Kelly, in reference to someone else's eyes.
10:45 p.m. - I am very drunk at this point and demand that Katie invite her "man meat" friends to come over. I use the word "fuck" a lot.
10:46 p.m. - Man meat doesn't show.
1:20 a.m. - "She's just so naughty that I just want to spank her." - Katie in reference to someone we know.
Friday, October 8, 2006.
8:20 a.m. - Katie drops me off at the airport so I can fly back to Columbus for my bro's graduation at OSU.
This effectively ends my travelogue, being that my weekend in Columbus for my brother's graduation. All I have to say about my weekend in Columbus is that it pretty concretely established that there is not much there for me anymore. Time to move out west, people.
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