Last night I got -zero- sleep.
It seemed like all the horrors of the world just wouldn't let my mind slip into oblivion... instead I was endlessly occupied with the events in Libya, The USA, New Zealand, Yemen, Bahrain, and the rest. There seemed no way to let it all go. Instead I just laid there feeling restless and helpless all night long.
When all I really wanted to do was go home.
But I was slammed with work all day long and, when it was time to leave, I found out I couldn't. The passes were either closed or a hellacious mess, and the weather was just getting worse. After four people at work started Googling maps and pass reports, the general consensus was that my best option was to drive to Portland and make a run up the Columbia Basin tomorrow.
So here I am in Portland, feeling exhausted and destroyed...
My hetero life-partner suggested I have pizza and beer at Rocco's... where philosophers & aliens meet!
Then it was time for the awesomeness of Powell's City of Books, where I spent WAY too much money,
Not on this particular book... though I wanted to. Badly.
Then Vahid just had to remind me of Mio Gelato. The bastard.
Stracciatella gelato and Powell's Books... the perfect combo.
Classy third-floor entertainment for gentlemen!
Time for... VOODOO DOUGHNUTS!! Where good things come in pink boxes.
A maple bar and voodoo doll doughnut for dessert!
For those who have never had the orgasmic pleasure of eating at Voodoo Doughnuts, here is the carousel of awesomeness which awaits...
And so now I think I will take my aching head and tired body to bed even though it's only 8:30.
Please please please let me get home tomorrow...
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I NEED one of those doughnuts! I just walked/ran 6 miles and I still want one. Yum x10.
I’m still violently upset that we didn’t go to the nude show together. You’re in my back yard, for god’s sake….
There was certainly a lot of deliciousness involved in your evening. I’m a little jealous. Hope you get some good rest tonight!
Wow, those are truly good-looking doughnuts!
Oh Dave, you’re so cute.
Insomnia sucks. I find that melatonin will let me get at least a few hours. Other sleeping aids just leave me feeling groggy and poisoned.
Voodoo doughnuts? What happens if you bite into one? Does someone die?
Dude! First of all, I hope you make it home okay, because being stranded sucks.
Second of all, have you ever eaten at Gourdough’s here in Austin? Because if not, you TOTALLY need to go there next time you’re in town. And then you need to compare/contrast with Voodoo so I know just how envious I should be.
What, you didn’t get the cock and balls donut? Or at least the bacon donut? Tsk tsk.
I was in Portland last week on business and had no time for anything but work stuff. Probably saved me from blowing more money than I can afford at Powell’s, but still…
I appreciate the way the Live Nude Shows sign explains that the third floor is upstairs. I assume that’s for the heavily intoxicated gentleman. (“Live Nude Shows” is so much more classy than “Girls! Girls! Girls!” even if it lacks what it takes to make it a hit song… “Live Nude Shows, at the Dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale”, even with a motorcycle growling in the background, is weak.)
Two desserts? You are my hero!
did you go upstairs for the show?
more importantly, will you mail me a donut?
Wow. After reading this, I am impressed you answered my email at all yesterday. You could have waited until you got home. And you *will* get home!
Sorry traveling is such a chore this trip. Hope it gets better. In the meantime? Have another donut.
I am a bit of a bastard that way. Still, you seemed to have no problem going along with my suggestion…
I want to visit Voodoo Doughnuts so bad!
And here I sit without a doughnut. You are pure evil.
VooDoo Donuts rule!