I feel sad to leave Portland, OR, land of ever flowing coffee, the coolest queer community and even a vegan mall. Sounds a bit like heaven to me. You can keep all the fluffy clouds and spotlessly clean elven angels in starched white tunics. Give me the grunge and wonder of Portland.
After hanging out with my vegan, queer-friendly, straight-edge friend, Ben (who brought me vegan baked goods from the cafe he works at) I am off to the airport to fly to Los Angeles. I have a long layover, so I get to escape the airport and have dinner with my buddy Eric Leocadio (who the last time we dined near the airport ate enough food for two large drag queens yet somehow maintains his slender figure).
Tomorrow I will be in the snowy wasteland of Hartford, at least for a few days before I head to NY to see my family for the holiday (pick one, anyone) and then on December 25th I am off to Sweden where it is dark and cold yet strangely warm and I have dear dear Alex and Noa and their children waiting for me as some sort of American Santa Clown come to turn their lives upside down.
Yesterday I worshiped at Freedom Friends Church and will have more to write about that amazing experience. Second week in a row with semi-program Quakers. I almost feel some Quaker guilt (which is sort of like snow in Portland. It rarely ever sticks).
Home tomorrow does sound yummy though. My tea pot calls me.