I am currently sitting in Washington Park, adjacent to the Rose Garden. I can smell the roses, their sweet, soft scent wafting through the air. In the distance, a perfect view of the Portland skyline serves as a nice background to this peaceful setting.
But for the screaming bitches in front of me, throwing insults with the same velocity as their tennis swings.
RF has been in town less than 24 hours and I am already court side. In this case, it is not a real match. Just RF and three bitches trying to out bitch each other.
JM and AA picked RF and I up at 1:30 and we headed to the courts at the Rose Garden. They are hitting with their friend T.
I am sitting on the grass watching, as per usual. I have been reading Mockingjay, but RF asked me to blog about him, so I've turned to my trusty Blackberry.
Last night we went to CC's for drinks, dancing, and debauchery. RF and I barely had anything to drink, despite the availability of $1 whiskey sours. More sour than whiskey. And this morning we both had headaches!
Last night we watched AA grinding on some girl. Suddenly he is straight. I'm a little worried he has gone and lost his damned mind.
RF looks really good. He has been working out a lot and looks pretty hot. I think the tennis boys at the tournament next week are going to get up in his business now that he is single.
Later we are headed to dinner, and then who knows. I go back to work tomorrow and RF leaves for the Hood to Coast race.
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