This is a travel blog, I repeat to myself as I morosely stare at Pura Caitlin's stagnant screen. No one wants to hear about your naval gazing. Unless you're doing it in a rainforest with your life's possessions strapped to your back. Running from mosquitoes the size of pterodactyls. Or malicious Mayan spirits.
But what I have been doing is stridently awesome, if not as blog-friendly as the gypsy life. Namely, enjoying the summer in the company of those I love the most. Gena, that enterprising little devil with whom I've been besties since Sellwood Middle, '95, even initiated a little cross-blog documentation:
http://www.hungoverportland.com/2009/07/reader-submission-from-our-holiday-weekend.html
The digital universe has confirmed my existence! I drink sugary alcoholic beverages at one in the morning on holidays!
Oh, and you know what's cool? Knit graffiti. Renegade crocheting.
Dang P-Town, I think I love you...
Kissing you all over your Benson Bubbler,
C. Donohue
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