Thanks for the fish

tonight. I was driving back from Augusta at dusk with a clear blue sky and a big full moon and my Ryan Adams blasting on the radio… pretty sweet. : ) Speaking of which, Ryan Adams is comign to Portland and I wasn’t going to go because J didn’t seem too thrilled about it. We’ve had a pretty busy summer and I think he’s tired of going to see all my favorite musicians, so I let it go. Then today I was sitting at work thinking about how I almost went up to the top of the world trade center in July 2001 and the line was kind of long and I didn’t feel like waiting… There’s just no excuse to put things off that you really want to do, so I bought tickets. His new album is really great. 

Went out to eat and was determined to stick to my diet. Then I saw the crab cakes with garlic mashed potatoes… and the homemade whole wheat breat… then I naively asked what the soup of the day was… potato leek? umm, my favorite, yeah bring that too. hmm pomegranite cosmo, that sounds good. Blueberry lemon cake… yum. capuccino? Yeah, what the hell. I feel like I’m going to explode. And I have my weigh in on wednesday. i suppose I could just starve myself tomorrow. That always ends well. Oh well… it was a nice dinner… a nice night. No regrets. Though i do sort of regret not getting the dark gingerbread cake… hmmmmmm…

My dad seems to be recovering. They’re looking at more houses and I hope they find something.

Did I already talk about my plans for San Francisco? If I already did, then you’re probably already used to me repeating myself a million times… So I booked an Alcatraz tour, and we’re going to a ghost tour. We did one of those in Bath, England, on our honeymoon and it was a highlight of the trip (and the rest of the trip was pretty damn good too!). It’s fun to get out into a city at night and hear about the history and folklore and get a little scared too. Then we’re meeting J’s cousin for dinner one night. Other than that, not much planned.  

Here’s my current ryan adams favorite…”I taught myself how to grow old” 

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
Especially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Now I’m crooked on the outside, and the inside’s broke

Most of the time I got nothing to say
When I do it’s nothing and nobody’s there to listen anyway
I know I’m probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV ’til I’m tired
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away

‘Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
‘Til I was crooked on the outside
I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
‘Til I was crooked on the outside, inside’s caved
Crooked on the outside, inside’s caved
Crooked on the outside, inside’s caved
I taught myself how to grow old