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Be back later.. gotta go get cute for Suburban Sunday.


p.s.- which is whiter? Applebees or T.G.I. Fridays?

THIS IS HOW YOU FLIP THE MICROPHONE

Rock show! This Saturday! Be thurr or be Squrr.

Towne Lounge, Portland Oregon
Saturday, Jun. 18
714 SW 20th PL.
Four dollars cover. 21+.

Important Goings On

1) I recently purchased a car. It is purple. His name is Jamal. I plan on only ever having male cars, but I don't know why.

2) My street musician friends did not call me to hang out before they returned to New York. But I swear they were real.

3) My room is clean.

4) If you are not watching the new Ashton Kutcher brainchild, Beauty and the Geek, you had best start.

5) I am currently reading The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie. Josephine, I think you would like it.

6) Zandra, please email me your flight information and I will arrange for your pick up.

7) It turns out I meet the criteria for Binge Eating Personality Disorder. Honestly though, was anyone that surprised?

8) I apologize for never finishing my return to Japan wrap up. Someday perhaps. Check out www.smallface.blogspot.com or www.theislandfolk.blogspot.com if you care to learn more about Portland's reputation for racism and a people-sized infrastructure.

9) Official last day at the firm: July 29th. Offical moving to Eugene day: ????. Official location of new Eugene residence: ???.

10) Number of times I went out for Thai last Monday through Friday: 3. Maybe 4 actually...

--Abra

Street Music

So yesterday at about 3:30 pm, I was walking back from the courthouse where I had been sent by the lawyers to file some very important legal documents. There I was, minding my own business, waiting to cross Morrison on Broadway, right next to Nordstrom, when a rather large African-American man sporting the kind of hair do popularized by Pebbles of The Flintstones fame handed me a pair of drumsticks and told me to he needed a break. A break from what, you might be wondering? Why, a break from beating on the ten white, overturned plastic buckets scattered across the sidewalk, then being played from a guy who was possibly the twin of the tired drummer. Here is what followed:

Abra: Um, what?
Guy #1: Yeah, I'm tired. Play for a bit.
Abra: I can't drum on plastic buckets!
Guy #1: Sure you can! Have a seat.
Abra sits, takes the sticks and begins to laugh.
Guy #2: Just do it like this.
Guy #2 plays complicated rhythm on three or four buckets.
Abra: Right, ok.
Abra begins to drum. Quickly starts to feel the beat. Abra drums with Guy #2 for about three minutes. Strangers throw money into yet another bucket.
Guy #1: Yeah, that's it.
Abra: Yeah, I am super talented. Ok, back to work! It was fun drumming.
Guy #1: Work? where you work at?
Abra: A law firm down the street.
Abra points down the street.
Guy #2: Can we come?
Abra: I don't think you can drum at the law firm.
Guy #1: Are you a lawyer? We need lawyers.
Abra: I will be in three years.
Guy #1: Let us know when you are one.
Abra: Ok.
Guy#2: Can we hang out with you later?
Guy #1: Are you married?
Guy # 2: We are not homeless by the way.
Abra: Umm...
Guy #1: Seriously, we are from NY. Nike flew us out for a commercial. We are just playin out here for fun.
Abra: Wow. Yeah have my number. Myabe we can drum more later. Oh man, you got a nokia? Homeless people don't have nokias!
Abra gives out number. Heads back to law firm.

I love making friends on the street. And drumming. Who is the drummer in the house now Brian? That's right.