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My Outfit

Tourists at Multnomah Falls, ogle over tourist's outfit

Sept. 4
We drove outside of Portland to an offshoot of Oregon Tech where Charlie met with the professor who is his age and wants him to start his semester tomorrow, if he wants. I stayed at Dennys and did crosswords.

There was an older couple who ordered extra butter and every time the waiter came over the man would say “did we ask for butter? We could ask for more butter we should really ask for more.” It happened four times. So when the food came I overheard this.

Man: “Three pancakes? I wouldn’t want that many. You’d have to put syrup on 3 pancakes then.
Woman: Ask for more butter.
Man: I have some. Do you want some more of my butter? If you want butter, have this butter. This is way too much butter for me. I’ve got gobs of it. Share this butter with me. Please!”

Then we made our way to Multnomah Falls, the best falls in OR.

At the waterfall:
Sarah: That was pretty awesome.
Charlie: Well, it was interesting.
Sarah: Semi interesting. It was an interesting waterfall but not as interesting as my outfit.
A lady totally heard me and gave me a look.

As we walked around the falls I noted that you could totally see the bucket that made the water fall. What a waste of water too, and look at this trail: leaves and mud on the trail, the people here don’t wipe their shoes on their car mats before going hiking here. And look at this green stuff on the trees -- they should really scrape that off. Or invest in some dehumidifiers. We noted the wasted space where they could put in a Qdoba and Chipotle so we could get something more to eat.

At one point Charlie’s phone rang and he had made a special ringtone so when it was his friend Kristin calling, you heard Charlie’s voice repeating: “It’s Kristin. I thought I was in love with her but she moved to China.”

After the falls, we drove back to Portland to the only brewpub that was open: Bridgeport. It was actually pretty good because there was bread there and the beer wasn’t too bad. The porter tasted like smoked string cheese.

Posted by seabear 18:38 Tagged tourist_sites

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