My friend has a series of blog essays about what he sees and overhears on city buses. They tend to be entertaining and also serve as a reminder that most of Portland population is pierced and insane.
A couple of times a week I go for a 30-40 minute run during my lunch hour and after regaling my coworker with mediocre anecdotes about the day’s run he suggested I blog about it. So I am.
On Friday’s Lunch Run:
One man peeing.
One couple making out on the bridge – although they weren’t very attractive and they didn’t look like they were having lots of fun, I was kind of jealous.
Lots of people in spandex – a couple of cute guys but it is just me or is it hard to tell if a guy is straight when he is covered head to foot in coordinating spandex.
A man dressed in a Raiders jacket yelled, “Damn, you don’t have to run like that. You look fine just the way you are.”