5 things! Saturday September 24th
- Unplanned, I keep waking up early. I think it is slightly stress induced but I can’t be sure. I’ve heard that people start waking up early when they age. Is this true? In any case, I wake up knowing Todd is going to be coming back from his surfing trip tomorrow (Sunday) so I best be cleaning up his place soon. Walk dog, drink coffee. Typical morning routine right there, save for the waking up early part. Listened to Fiery Furnaces on the dog walk and it reminded me of the Carpenters for some reason.
- I went to Warren’s house to pick up his motorcycle as previously arranged. Warren runs a little record store out of his garage on Saturdays, but he’s not really been open much all summer, as he has been busy going to the river and riding his motorcycle. I can’t remember the name of his shop but it has something to do with the ax that is fastened over the garage door, next to a record. Ax records? Anyway. He asked me if I could help him with a couple of distro jobs in the next few days and he also said he’s going on tour for a month and would I like to babysit the motorbike to which I replied nonverbally by clapping my hands repeatedly while grinning like a loon. As he gave me his keys, I asked about my helmet options, seeing as how the one he normally lends me is so large I have to wear a hat and a hoodie (hood up) in order to keep the helmet from slipping off of my head altogether. SO DANGEROUS. He had a new-used white full-faced number that fit my smallish head perfectly.
- Rode Warren’s little red Yamaha 400 to Kristi’s house. I wasn’t sure what/who to expect on this impromptu ride she had invited me on, seeing as how I barely know Kristi, but it was Mar and Liza’s old house and so it was nice and familiar. There is even a cat there that looks like Booty (M&L’s long lean man-cat). Kristi has two bikes: an effing sweet Honda 350-Four with cropped café style bars and a little old Honda Dream that she’s been fixing up. She explained that she having an awful time with her carburators which gave me a headache just listening (I have the same problem with the carbs on my old BMW which is still in SLC). Honda Dreams are hard to work on anyways, because the parts are rare and hard to find. Finn came over and then we rode (Finn riding on the back of Kristi’s 350) , met up with a few other queers and rode out to Sauvie’s Island. There were five bikes in all, and it was awesome. I forgot how fun it can be to ride with a group, everyone taking on a stagger formation. It reminded me a lot of when my old Portland motorbike buddy named JJ joined an old Norton bike club, and they would do monthly rides and even though they were old old Nortons and BSAs, anyone was welcome, and these old seasoned dudes would chide me on my german bike, but then they’d wink and grin with weathered wrinkled faces and take off down MLK. Good lord it was so fun. Laughing in my helmet fun. Short story long, it was awesome to ride around with these ladies. We rode to the beach at Sauvie’s and passed all of the pumpkin patches with their huge scarecrows propped up high above the already tall Halloween corn mazes. At the beach we all sat in a row along a driftwood log and shared Dill Pickle flavored potato chips and talked about the underground tunnels and sports teams and school and whatever. Every now and again we’d hear the song “Under the Sea” from the Little Mermaid drifting through the air from down the Willamette, which was confusing. It turned out to be an ICE CREAM BOAT, and Finn and Kristi desperately flagged it down like they were shipwrecked and the ice cream boat would save them, which could be a metaphor for so many other things.
- After the ride I went and dropped the bike back off to Warren who was in his record store/garage still, watching a soccer match on his laptop. He told me he likes soccer, but prefers basketball, but with the NBA still on strike, he’s scratching the sports itch, which is funny coming from a guy that wears beatle-boots and white v-neck tees. We chatted for a while, about nothing of particular interest, which is so nice. I like when two people can sit and chat about nothing, but just be in good company to each other. As I was leaving I saw a Klaus Nomi record so I picked it up. I told Warren that Klaus Nomi reminds me of when my mother was sick and I brought over a documentary about him from the library and we watched it together. After watching that, my mom became obsessed with him and read everything she could find online about him, and looked for his albums. Then I picked up a Françoise Hardy record. “She is so Hot.” I stated. Warren nodded solemnly. “Yes. Yes she is.”
- Met up with Clint who is in town on bike tour. We bought a six pack of porter and drank it out at the Skidmore Bluffs, and then met up with Mark and his friend Matt downtown. DOWNTOWN on a SATURDAY NIGHT. I didn’t feel like I was in Portland anymore, it was such a whirlwind of people and lights and shiny exciting nightlife. We started at one bar called “SCANDALS” which was very typically gay in style and music (diva + techno/house+ really good haircuts), but then went over to a place that Matt recommended which was actually very classy and lovely and mellow called HOBO’S. I don’t know why they would call it that, as it was beautiful dark wood bar and tables and nice ambiance and was playing classier things like Diana Ross’ “Love Hangover”. After that I don’t feel like anything happened. We drank some more, and then I felt bloated and went home which felt like the right decision. Oh, also I listened to Fugazi all day.
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