Friday: Pick Casey up from airport, drop him off at hotel. Go back to my apartment and do laundry, ply, and tidy up. Pick Casey up from hotel, go get lunch at Fire on the Mountain (chicken wings are one of his favorites). Stop at Nike Factory store where Casey gets all new workout clothes. Drop Casey off at hotel, go back to apartment, get ready for Bruce Springsteen Concert. Drive to Casey's hotel, drop off car. Take cab to Kell's Irish bar for a bite to eat. Board Max train to Rose Quarter, take hilarious picture of Casey as witness to his rare use of public transportation. Make fun of The Boss' lack of enunciation and his use of the concert as a forum for his political agendas. Get lots of one dollar bills for the continuation of the night's entertainment. Catch cab back to the hotel, get truck out of hock, and fall into bed about 1 am.
(view from Casey's hotel window of the Willamette)
Saturday: Wake up, eat breakfast, drive to Casey's hotel. Pound on hotel room door until a puffy-eyed Casey answers and agrees to go to the Portland Saturday Market. Wander around market in the rain, snow, hail, and sunshine. Laugh at Casey's amazed face after seeing a group of homeless teenagers displaying a sign that said "$15 dollars short of buying a bag of pot- help us out". Laugh again after one of the teenagers tells Casey "hey, honesty is the best policy" in response to his shocked countenance. Eat late lunch in bistro, walk around downtown. Drive back to my apartment to watch Ratatouille and take naps. Change into nice blouse and walk to Wildwood, where Casey's stomach finally felt settled enough to order chicken. Walk back to my apartment while Hypochondriac Casey diagnoses himself with symptoms of hypothermia. Drive Casey back to hotel, watch Charlie Wilson's War on pay per view. Drive home, fall into bed at 1 am.
Sunday: Wake up early, drive to Casey's hotel and have the eggs benedict breakfast. Drive Casey to airport, say goodbye and wonder when I'll see him again. Drive home, do some plying, and take pictures of my orchids for Mom. Sit at home and wonder where the energy to start a new job tomorrow will come from. Early bedtime tonight, I think.....
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