Nov. 27 2006
Last week Kristy and I went down to California for my brother's wedding. Something unexpected happened on the way, we had a tire blow out just outside Eugene. Thankfully no one was hurt, except for perhaps my pride. You see, instead of investing in a new car jack before the voyage, I bought some fix-a-flat. The concept was sound, however, fix-a-flat won't fix a hole the size of my fist. So there we were, miles away from the next exit, wondering aimlessly toward some faintly dim lights while pouring rain relentlessly came down. An hour later of walking landed us next to a lumber mill with extremely large barb-wired fences. Fortunately, as most things go, if you allow for time, miracles, or acts of God, everything always works out. In a crazy, domino of coincidences, Kristy called her dad, who was just talking to guy who's favorite uncle happened to work and live next to the mill. Within the time it took to walk back to the car, the guy's jolly uncle met us there on the side of the freeway. He followed us to a hotel to make sure we would make it. I tried to give him a twenty for his trouble. He laughed and said, "Use it to buy a jack". Sometimes I wonder if I ever learn anything at all. The next day we took the car in for a new tire. I went across the street to a Napa store to buy a jack. I looked down at the 20-dollar bill, full of significance and truth. I bought the cheapest jack they had, $14.99...I spent the rest on coffee and jerky at the convenient store next door.
November 14, 2006
Finally some people came to visit Kristy and I in Portland. And what better way to celebrate then by seeing Bob Dylan in concert. Well, I missed half the concert...long story. Anyways, as we were leaving, the guys started talking to some random girls. Surprisingly, they took the guys ridiculous post-show behavior (Dave was hilarious) and half, drunken stooper as cute...so they joined us. Personally, I would have kept on walking, but I we seemed like good people. We were a tribe for a night, as this shocking photo would indicate. Our personalities melded into one collective singularity that seemed to revolve around Dave's consumption and proclamation.
December 30, 2006
I can't believe it! My friend Brandon's getting hitched! That's him and there's his girl Jillian. The story starts after my bro's wedding, we decided to get lost for a day and go to the coast. I found what looked like a cool spot to check out so we drove towards it. Miles and miles of dirt road later we find out that the road doesn't actually go to the spot at all. You have to hike to it. We asked an older, confused looking woman who was there wearing a Forest Ranger uniform where it was. She said, "Oh yeah, its just a couple of miles". Meanwhile, Brandon starts giving that "I don't know" look. Personally, I think if we hadn't been in a car for so many hours we would of turned back. After a couple hours of hiking, we realized that lady was crazy. We stuck it out because we wanted to make it to some waterfall. Eventually, we could hear the sounds of falling water. However, we couldn't see it due to extremely large cliff face we were on. Through all the difficulties, it was worth it. We played on the beach for about an hour. Brandon and I jumped in the ocean. As I was taking this picture in front of the falls, I remembered Brandon always said growing up that he'd find his girl under a waterfall. I jokingly told him this. They smiled and kissed while I took their picture. I had no idea he just proposed.