So we were driving along Oregon’s Balmy Coast (aka the Oregon Rainforest) and I noticed a sign for the turnoff to Drain.
Me: Wow. Can you think of a worse name for a town than Drain?
Jim: (thinks) Silt. [ugly town in Western CO]
Me: That’s even worse than Silt.
Jim: (thinks)Poo-Poo City. …(thinks)Festering Heights.
We are in the Jupiter Hotel, Dear Reader… possibly the hippest place in Portland, according to our buddy Bill who lives here. Bill and Savannah (his fee-yonce) will be here any minute to accompany us to the Doug Fir, Portland’s spiffiest (again, a.t. Bill) nightclub. Conveniently located onsite. Yay! Minimal stumbling required!
"Your bed may be in Jupiter, but your head is in Uranus…"
In other news, I seem to have left my entire overstuffed Caboodles case (not to be confused with Learning Caboodles… God, no) in Coos Bay. Feh. Though at least I got a trip to Fred Meyer’s beauty department out of it, where I scored some Bumble & bumble Surf Spray. Huzzah!