On the Friend

Marissa Kay had her first friend from CT visit us last weekend, so in the ultimate popularity friendship adventure fun-factor joy contest the score is now solidly 1-0 Marissa, considering the fact that she's been in Oregon 3 months and has already had a friend visit (and another scheduled to fly in next week), and I've been here almost a year and only my sisters and mom have visited, and that's just because they didn't have to pay for the plane tickets.

You dissappoint me. Daily.

We had to make the drive out to Portland after work on Saturday to pick up Marissa's friend, (who's last name is actually Friend) which instantly made me hate him, but then I realized we were picking him up from a mathemagician convention, which instantly made me like him. After fighting with his GPS for a short time we finally escaped from Portland, a well known den of evil, and hit the road back to our little slice of paradise in the high desert.

On sunday the Maximus wrote some nerd novel while Miss Kay and AJ went hiking, and then we wandered downtown for a beer at the brew pub and some people watching, and we finished our evening with a bike ride to the depot for some rock climbing, and cold beers at bro-manor. Against my better judgment I was coerced into joining Marissa and Madison and AJ on an ill-advised nighttime trek to Paulina lake in search of alleged hot springs. We found the lake, but after hiking several miles in the dark, we never found any hot springs. No one bothered to research the trip. If we had, we surely would have realized the springs are IN the lake. We drove home defeated.

Monday I worked. The roomates floated the river. Then we played beer pong for a bit. I excused myself early to go to bed, since I knew I had to work once again the next morning. The others did not go to bed. They had friends over. They drank. In fact I believe they drank 1 million beers. So many beers that at some point later in the evening Miss Marissa got out of bed and wandered through the entire house, out the garage and into the back yard, where she proceeded to pee everywhere. Oh and she was stark naked. And there were people awake in the back yard. Perfect. There's nothing like a dishevelled, belligerent, nude girlfriend terrifying the neighbors to make one's night at brohouse complete.

It's all good in the hood.