(hey, if dane cook can bite off everybody, why can't i bite off him?)
for those of you missing the reference, that means i'm gonna tell you the end of the trip first, and then i'll backtrack and explain how i came to my conclusions. after all, my narrative has only reached saturday afternoon, despite it presently being a wethersfield wednesday.
so the end: i loved portland. . .
and i plan to move there--in a year.
i wouldn't stand a chance of finding a job unless i moved by april, when the restaurants begin hiring up for the busy summer. and i can't afford that. so i'm going to visit again sometime around junish (maybe when there's a good show playing), and meanwhile cultivate my nascent social contacts.
it was really a great city; anyone want to come along to visit this summer?
i haven't transferred any pics to my desktop yet, i'll try and post some--with accompanying stories--tomorrow.
meanwhile, i'll see some of you in person tomorrow. k & c, i have your rapidly stalefying donuts. when are we transferring? at my meeting?
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