The Art of Naptime

Last night after falling asleep I think I must have gotten up to get water at least 4 times, and I waterlogged the heck out of myself in the process, which, when nursing the great potential for a hangover, is no great feeling. I finally really came to around 10am, when I got a call from Erin T. the instant I picked up my phone to call her. I hopped in the shower, put gas in the car, and made my way back to the part of Beaverton where she lives to pick her and her son Ben up and make our way to the Portland Art Museum.

The last time I saw Ben he was an infant, mabye 1 year old. It's been a long while since I've talked to Erin, longer since we saw each other, another reunion made possible by, guess what, MySpace. Now Ben is in Kindergarten. Man they grow up fast.

The art museum was really cool, we saw the Ancient Egypt exhibit, and got in poste haste thanks to Erin's handy dandy membership. There were two audio guides, one for adults nad one for kids, and of course the kids was way more fun, complete with adventure arhcaeologist/action hero narrator and sound effects including the overused and VERY loud falcon cry. It was pretty funny cause you could hear it when you were walking around and watch startled kids and adults a like pulling the thing away from their ears as fast as they could. Ben touched a sarcophagus, and instantly a disembodied voice says "Excuse me. Please don't touch the sarcophagus." We were looking around like, "WTF? Where did that come from? God? Is that you?" until Erin spotted a guard on an upstairs balcony. Note to self: leave the sarcophogi alone. Of course, I immediately touched it afterwards, cause well, after something like that you just kinda have to.

After we finished up there we went to McDonald's where I discovered yet again that my digestive track is NOT accustomed to American food. So much protein here. My body is having a really hard time adjusting. Funny, when I went to Japan I experienced no such abdominal turmoil, but here yea, man, it's bad. I won't get into the gory details, but, yea. Needless to say I was quieter than I would have normally been because I was concentrating my energy on not feeling sick. Needless as well to say, it was time to drop the girl and the kid off and sleep sleep sleep. And poop poop poop.

I called Jordan though before going to sleep, who I was supposed to go see this evening down in Corvallis, rent a hotel room, get shitty drunk on wine and catch up. Apparently there were lots of things she wanted to tell me that would require inebriation either to say or hear, so I called to double check that stuff was still on. When I called her though she said she couldn't do the hotel thing, so I told her that I'd be willing to reschedule it if it meant we could do what we originally planned to. Then passed the hell out. I woke up a little bit ago and texted her, to which she replied that, though she didn't want to make things awkward, she wasn't serious about the hotel thing, but still wanted to get together if that was ok with me. So I changed it to Friday afternoon, withholding my 'I could have seen that coming a mile away'. It was clear she was trying to find a way to back out of one thing or another, so I'm curious what she tells me when I get together with her. She's clearly emotionally conflicted about some things too, but given my recent streak of often brazen honesty (thank you J for making that possible, I respect you so much for teaching me it's better to be straight about my feelings regardless of if they might not like what I say), she might get an earful she's had coming for a long time. We'll see how that goes.

For now though, I've rescheduled my evening to go over to Shane's for pizza and hottubbing with his fam and Greg, his lady friend, a redhead lady friend of Shane's, and maybe Lauren when she gets off work at 11. Hopefully I can scrounge up some energy to not be dead the whole time I'm there. That nap was much needed, but naps are never enough. They're just teasers for real sleep, which one never has time for, and I wouldn't want, cause then there'd be no going to bed tonight. I'm trying to figure out how much of my tiredness is pure jetlag and how much is lifestyle. Meh.