So Brock and I were off to find a mexican restaurant. It took us awhile to get the drive started , but one of our stops was in the creepiest part of portland. Brock was trying to find the ghettoest (if thats a word) mexican restaurant. He found a deli with a whole bunch of gang bangers waiting out side for us preppy white people to make a mistake and walk in so they could jump us. But before we jumped out of the car I noticed that we would be ok because the police had there own parking place, it said no parking, police parking only. That was comforting. So we decided to get the heck out of there. Then we arrived at the Original Taco House. It was next to a couple strip joints and there was a poor stripper out side taking a break. I asked Brock don't you feel like we should go give her a book of mormon. Then I asked him if you were on your mission would you have given her a B.O.M. He said no I would not. But if I saw her with clothes on maybe and not in front of her work place. But ironically enough on his mission he did teach a prostitute but didn't know it tell he went to her house and her boy friend told him.
Anyways, we ate at "the original taco house" it was ok, not what I remembered it being like. Then we headed to the Westin the place we stayed on our wedding night, and just walked around. We then walked to pioneer court house. It was bum central. There was an asian playing a plastic child's guitar and singing off tune. It was the worst music (if you can call it that) that I have ever heard. Then we had a bum walking towards us carrying a huge pink quilt. As we were walking it was one creepy sight after the next then we noticed it was pasted 9 and nothing good happens down town after 9. So we headed to 23rd street were the yippi hippi people hang out and we went to Papa Hydens for dessert.
We went home and was happy to see our place was in one piece and the man of the house was fast asleep, until he heard me talking. So then We spent an hour talking with the sisters and Nick of course (emilys boy friend). And we watched Daegen climb on the counter over and over again to eat his grapes. Isn't seven years of marriage awesome. I think so.
P.S. no pic's because my camera is broken. Can you believe it!!! so were either going to try to fix it or just go by one.
2 comments:
hahaha that is THE most random post ever! and i love it. you just need to come to az for good mexican but all the good stuff is in the ghetto too. I love the story of the hooker. i bet if you were a mish you would give her a bom. cameras arent allowed to break! ugh. 7 years, are ya feeling the itch?
That sounds like an extremely romantic evening. I am so jealous. There are nothing like prostitutes and bums holding pink quilts to set the mood.
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