Wherein Bry is not on drugs.

I find it kind of funny, and kind of sad, that the blogs in which I'm silly are the most commented on.

Both GZ and Mom thought I was on drugs. SE wants to meet the unicorn. I'm not sure how to tell her that I made it up.

To set the record straight, I was really tired and in a strange mood, hence the little ditty about Dotty.

"Ps not to be mean but did you do shrooms today whats up with your blog?"

If I were on drugs, I would not have written anything at all. I do not find drugs to be conducive to writing.

I guess the feedback on the blog was less than stellar so I will go back to discussing what a hobo I am.

A few years back, when I was working in Lake Oswego and Tualatin but living in Troutdale (Oh yeah, it was real), and also in the middle of some of my craziest party girl times, I constantly carried a phone charger, toothbrush, extra clothes and granola bars. I never knew where I was going to crash or how late I would get home. I was prepared for any circumstance.

Today as I was hiking it down Burnside, I looked in my bag and realized that for the past 10 days or so, I've been carrying an oversized bag stuffed with a change of clothes, cosmetics and toiletries, and a phone charger.

I've been quite transient this summer.

Today I took the bus out to Beaverton. On the way, the driver ignored my bell pull and didn't let me off before the bus headed in the opposite direction of where I was going.

"Oh, sorry about that. I forgot you needed the stop. Just cut through this park area, short walk and you can catch another bus to Cedar Hills."

Oh, well thank you sir. And hey, thanks for mentioning the small fence I had to straddle and do my normal graceful damage by ripping a hole in the crotch of my pants. Like a big hole. Like a huge fatty tear in the crotch.

This led to me making an emergency purchase at Ross of a new pair of pants and to me adding another article of clothing to my bag. Of course I was in a hurry so of course I bought a pair of pants that I will probably never wear again. But at least my hoo-haw was covered.

I spent the rest of the evening out in West Linn with LM, KB and other bridesmaids. We made a huge dent in the wedding invitations and talked about our dresses and other wedding details. Three more months to go.

Plus some delish dinner, drinks, 80's music, and two really super adorable dogs.

The best part, getting home at a fairly decent hour (midnight) and getting some actual pajamas on and (in moments) going to bed in my own bed.

What more could an almost 30-year old girl ask for?