Thank you, PDX, for the free wifi.
I'm sitting in the Portland airport waiting for my return flight to Santa Barbara. It was a perfect weekend away, and just in the nick of time, as these things tend to be. Good food, good talks with the father, great times with the Michelle, decent birth control in the way of Michelle's two kids (Michelle wondered what my method of birth control was after I lambasted the pill's effect on my body; "Uh, abstinence?" I duh'd at her), fun nighty-night out at the Doug Fir Lounge, gin gimlets aplenty, shopping (including a fabulous new hat that gets me compliments everywhere I go), a meeting with my dad's childhood friend, and sleep! O lord, the sleep! I didn't realize how utterly fucked my sleep schedule was until I couldn't sleep through the night.
Plane's boarding. Back to reality.