2002-02-18~~10:48 p.m.
The Oregon Trail: Part Three
And so it goes... Monday morning, 7:00 a.m.: Through the fog of slumber hear faint music of K-DUK radio station. Choose to ignore. 8:15 a.m.: Fight gravitational urge of eyelids to remain in their downward position and realize have overslept 1.25 hours. 10:00 a.m.: Get on the road to Portland 2 hours late, but no worries because only cuts into shopping time. Noon: Arrive in Portland and begin quest to remake Annelise's persona. Since apartment is virtually complete, decide I have just enough time and Annie enough money to put finishing touches on her life. 12:30 p.m.: MAC visit proves enormously successful with Annie wearing mascara for first time. 1:00 p.m.: Purchases made at GAP body store. Note to self: no sales tax a plus. 1:30 p.m.: Abercrombie and Fitch proves good move for Annie...scores jeans and a sweater. 2:00 p.m.: Visit Portland Gay Crew to compare stock. Emerge with pink pants. How does this happen? As if Mastercard flies out of wallet with reckless abandon when enter store anywhere in U.S. 2:30 p.m.: Salad fix at food court. Stomach acting weird. No appetite. Sudden onset of anorexia not unwelcome, however. 3:00 p.m.: Discover missed call from Marine Boyfriend. Sob silently for split second. 3:30 p.m.: Arrive at airport. Doomed to deal with bitchy flight attendant at check-in but unaware of fate at this time. 3:32 p.m.: Annie departs to continue saga with non-Valentines-savvy boyfriend. Wish her well. 3:40 p.m.: Am told only allowed one carry-on because backpack doesn't count as "personal item." Wonder why laptop bags and diaper bags do, but do not choose to argue due to unfortunate bitch-fight with overhead compartment last time. 4:00 p.m.: Am delighted to catch "Oprah" in airport bar. Joined by two delighted gay men. Am only person with chair pointed directly at angle in front of t.v. for Oprah. Love Oprah. 4:40 p.m.: Board flight to San Fran. 7:30 p.m.: Listen to annoying white trash woman bother another woman with sordid details of prior travels. Listen to girl discuss sordid details via cell phone of prior flight wherein there was much turbulence. Watch middle-aged pear-shaped woman with young son walk around with sordid hair in partial braids and beads. 7:40 p.m.: Stand in sketchy waiting area ready for "armed guard" to escort us to our dual-propellered plane. Walk several hundred yards across tarmac to plane. Wonder if this a bad sign. 8:00 p.m.: Take off in small commuter plane. Scared by propeller outside window. Try to ignore man from the Phillippines who is hitting on me and proud that he has been traveling for 15 hours and it is "always summer there." 8:40 p.m.: Arrive in Sacramento. Home sweet home. 10:00 p.m. : Watch Real World/Road Rules Challenge and am further appalled by Chadwick and Holly and their prayers to "the Big Guy." Wish someone would vote off Holly next. Can't wait for Ross the Intern on Jay Leno.
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