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a downtown kind of day...

Cami Kaos

08 May 2008 — 2 min read

Yesterday was yet another in a long line of Cami & MissB lunchtime get togethers... only this time it started at 9:30 in the morning...

Cami & MissB in the city... no we weren't 17 blocks from where we were supposed to be because she finds me soooo distracting... we went 17 blocks too far on purpose so we could see a crazy lady cross the street just to touch a light shade and listen to strange apartment dwelling man yell at us about TriMet's poor signage at PGE Park. It was carefully calculated I tell you... we didn't want to spend more than 5 minutes at the EcoTrust building anyway.

See how clever she is... SO clever. She can turn anything into Sex Ed.

These boots? Are made for walking. But we mainly rode around in stuff.

Look at us Holly... we're in front of some kind of shop... I wonder what they have inside...

They have walls of vibrators!

Now after all this walking and bus/train/streetcar/car riding in we were really hungry... so I kind of forgot to keep taking pictures... I wanted food. I needed food. So we went and had some pasta and then we felt much better. So after a quick trip to say hi to the lovely Mr. Burrows we decided to head out to do a little clothes shopping. After much hemming and hawing I got an absolutely fab little spring jacket...

But then? It was time to say goodbye... See that sad MissB? She is sad because I took this picture from the inside of the bus and she was waving goodbye... never to see me again... for 2 days. I listened to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds all the way home...

Sigh. Downtown days are good... if only I could skip the dead animal at the beginning...

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