While on R&R (Part 2)
at 4:41 PM
Sometimes while I was Iraq I wonder what was going on in the states. Have things changed? Am I going to be confused or lost with a world I haven't seen in months? Then you come across a reassuring websites like this one and reminds me that all is still good in the USA. Thank you internet. Thank you.
While On R&R...
at 10:55 PMToday marked the official begging of my R&R. Yes, after 10 long hard months of watching movies in Iraq, avoiding the sun at all cost, and hiding in the A/C, I have finally got some much deserved time off from the Army & the land of sand known as Iraq. So what did I do on my first day off? I went to Portland. Downtown Portland, Oregon. A very rich and cultured placed where I saw some of the funniest things I'd seen in a while. (And by a while I mean since I was last in Portland)
- Leggings. Apparently leggings didn't die out between me going to Iraq 10 months ago and now. If anything leggings have been multiplying like rabbits with absolutely no signs of stopping. Interesting.
- A guy dressed as a Pirate (hat, jacket, the whole suit) in a Origins makeup shop in the mall. Apparently pirates need to exfoliate too. Didn't know that.
- A man wearing a navy blue kilt that had convenient cargo pockets on the front. Because in between screaming for freedom at the mall kiosks he's gotta have a place to put his iPhone.
- A "man" wearing Victoria Secret sweat pants that had the PINK brand across the butt. I was in a moving train when I spotted this wild life so I can not confirm or deny the creatures sex.
- Student wearing all black. Head to toe. With exception to his brown loafers and woven brown belt. Accessorized with a Devaint Art laptop bag. Because even the dark, emo types of Portland, OR know that leather ALWAYS matches.
- Overhead a white guy criticizing a natural born African on his account of African history. Stating said Natural born African's history was "too European influenced" since he spent some time in Europe. Odd. If my non-African memory serves me right European's made a significant impact on African history. But what do I know, I've never lived in Africa. Or Europe for that matter.
- My bed. Because after 2 beers at lunch time I passed out with my clothes on face down on my bed for about 4 hours before writing this post. I would like to blame the jet lag but I know it's the low tolerance level. And its great.
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