So I’m hanging out in Portland. Beaver-something to be exact. For no particular reason except we wanted to get a way for a few day, there was a play to see, and I needed to get my hair done.
And why not Portland? It’s fun. Good theatre. Stumbling into the Powell’s Bookstore was an exquisite bonus. I got to pick up a copy of my Wally Lamb favorite and am trying a Vonnegut novel at the recommendation of a fellow MFA classmate. Have you read either of these books? And if you haven’t seen A Streetcar Named Desire, you should definitely go to Portland Center Stage and check it out. Flawless. Mesmerizing.
Today it’s all about getting my hair done here at Edward Wadsworth salon. Rob is a genius -I’m pretty sure this is the first time anyone has ever thoughtfully studied my hair before cutting it. I think I can make this look work for me:
But the thing most on my mind this weekend? Why are all the business establishments made out of old warehouses with garage door entrances? And how did Zama’s create this incredible salt room for couples massages? And why did I wait so long to come here for a massage?