Leaving

Who knew you were allowed to have that much fun in Portland less than 10 hours before sitting in airports and airplanes for a day.

A quick disclaimer: I'm writing this on my iPod touch and I'm not feeling that hungover so there is the off chance that I'm still a bit tipsy.

 Back to the story.

 My dad and I left bend at about 4 on Friday. We waited till the afternoon because he had to go play with the bees and I was waiting for a credit card in the mail. After driving past the off ramp to the hotel, twice, I decided that it was a good idea to grab some food prior to going to the hotel. We drove downtown and ate at the northwest public house and started some drinks. After, we decided to forgo the hotel again and instead found some family friends at their condo downtown. It was mentioned that their daughter Jamie was going dancing for her birthday and asked if I wanted to go along. They talked me into it with the mention that it was Jamie's birthday and that I probably wouldn't be allowed to talk to girls for the next three months. What was not mentioned was where we were headed.

Turns out that it was CC Slaughter's. Now, if your are unschooled in the ways of Portland nightlife (as I am) that's a Gay club. It also turns out it wasn't a great place to talk to girls but the no cover for guys and dollar drinks were pretty awesome. About 1 am we decided to call it a night and headed back to the condo. I woke my dad up and he proceeded to ask if I was going to drive to the hotel. I was in no shape to do any such thing so he had to wake up enough to drive us out there.

We checked into the hotel at 2 am and asked for a wake-up call at 4:30. I wend to the room slept till 4 then laid in bed for a while waiting for the call. We made the 5 o'clock shuttle to the airport with no problems. About half way there Dad looks at me and says, "I hope this isn't what traveling with the moons is like."

I was still a little drunk when I showed up to the security area which was fortunate because it meant that I didn't have a hangover as the TSA agent searched through my luggage for a knife that I forgot to take out of a pair of pants.  The agent was really nice, we chatted as she searched my bag for a weapon, that was a little surreal.

 I made my plane in time and now it appears that we are just starring our flight over the rockies. I hope everyone has a great Saturday and GO DUCKS!