Jason was trying to convince me to stay in Portland until October for a big magazine opening at a gallery in the Pearl. My days and nights were filled to the brim with tense over-excitement and loud music and photography.
I opened my eyes this morning in Portland/Chicago and felt that same swimmy stomach, heavy head and eyes slow to to focus that are all thanks to one too many hours out at the Tube/Rose’s and one too many PBR/Old Style drafts. I had fallen asleep in a blur at the studio/in my bed. I dragged myself up, shook my long shaggy/short hair, grabbed my silver/white phone and told Jason/Philip that I would be back later. I had a photographer in Portland/Sears Headquarters in Chicago to see. I stepped out in a blue dress/old blue dress and blue heels/brown boots and the darkest sunglasses I own. The weather outside was starting to lean slowly into fall, wet pavement, cool breeze,and the smell of earth. I removed another parking ticket from my dash/saw an old parking sticker from my summer in Portland last year and sighed/smiled. I swooped down into the driver’s seat of my vehicle that I’d parked on NW Everett Portland, Oregon/N Lincoln Chicago, IL and took off. I thought what a joy it is that my car fares as well as I do under any circumstance and wondered when I would be able to get back to Jason’s studio/my apartment to take a nap. I looked down and noticed how well my dress fit me/how loose it is now. Client met/client met, agent called/agent called, I returned to the studio/my apartment to sleep off my headache and look forward to anther long, hedonistic/still, peaceful night.
