Day 24
It was a while before we could leave. Everyone was leaving
the fair so it took a while to out. Once we did, we headed to Portland; which I
pretty much just came from, but the experience at the fair was worth the drive
and the back track. We got a hostel, pretty nice one too, close to
downtown. This was the first night that
I have been in any sort of city. Well, Venice is “city”, but I literally drove
to skate and drove out. This was my first night out on the town! I thought that
I wouldn’t like it too much just because I have been outside and in nature for
just about a month straight at this point, but I had a pretty good time.
We walked to a dim sum restaurant; it was horrible, not dim
sum status… at all. But we all made due. The last time I went to a dim sum
place was in Chinatown in LA, and that was The.Shit. So I was a little let down, but not say that
I didn’t stuff myself to where I was completely miserable. I’m not really
picky, like I used to be, its got to be pretty bad for me not to eat it. I was
in college once, ya know… and like every good college student, I ate like shit
for a while. But I think everyone does in those years.
Annnyyywayyy, after that, we went to a video arcade bar.
That was a blast, lots of Street Fighter, racing games, and Pacman for me. I wished they had air hockey, that’s my
favorite. After that, two of our friends
had a flight out in the morning headed back early. Ogden and I stayed out a
little later. Apparently in Portland, strippers are very common? Yes, that’s
right, they are common. They are randomly dancing in the corner of regular bars
and restaurants. I still haven’t wrapped my mind around that one, but it is not
necessarily looked down upon. So hey, I saw a few. It’s kind of sad to me to
see them all lonely in the corner, dancing. It's not your typical movie strip joint where you see dirty men and dancers that are pole dancing, with extravogant lights everywhere, its one little stage, in a bar, with one little girl, who doesnt really look like they want to be there. They switch out between two girl all ngiht. Its so strange to me. I’m wondering, “Do they get paid
hourly, because they ain’t makin’ shit if they are working off tips.” But I ask no questions, I just smile and nod
and think,”Okkkkayyy, I’m just glad it’s not me.” At one point, Ogden leaned
over and said to me and said. “How
many of these girls do you think are paying for their college doing this?”
Valid point. I knew a few girls that paid for their college like that. It’s kind of twisted to think that you’re
doing something so dirty to pay for something so clean… a good education. But
is it clean? Sometimes I think about it and I kind of like the thought of paying
off outrageous tuition fees and all of our school debt with bad money. I guess
the thought of using the money that the government doesn’t want us to make, is
paying for the education rape that they gave us. It makes me smile a little bit, an evil smile; kind of get back at them with their own game. ;)
Enough of my random rants—last
stop for the night was Voodoo Donuts, a popular Portland stop. They have every
kind of donut you can imagine—and they are damn good. Dangerous good. I felt like glutton eating
it. Chocolate iced with Oreos on top with peanut butter drizzled on top. Yes,
it was amazing. After that we walked the 15 blocks or so back to our hostel, I was pretty beat.
