dynamiteknows

Welcome to my blog. Before I start blogging about all of my grand adventures in portland, let me tell you how this blog got its name. Yesterday morning, keith, sarah and I took the max to the airport to pick up adam. He came in from salt lake city for his birthday. So we get him at the airport and get back on the max to come home. Its about a 40 minute train ride. Very cool by the way because not only can you see the beautiful mount hood, but you can see the decapitated mount saint helens as well. The first half of the train ride was relatively uneventful. Adam was delirious from pre-birthday partying and no sleep, so from time to time he would do or say something funny, then there was a man sitting across from me who was doing a crossword puzzle and wearing shorts and a tshirt. I had to ask him if he was cold in that outfit. Adam informed me that the man was not wearing an 'outfit' he was wearing shorts and a tshirt. Whatever. The man informed me that yes, he was a little cold but that when it warmed up later in the day (to 50 degrees), he always got hot so this day he decided to tough it out in the morning so he didn't have to remove layers later. This man was moderately entertaining because he was asking us questions about his crossword puzzle and things like that, but nothing could prepare us for who was about to board the max. Dynamite. That's right, her name was dynamite. Girlfriend was off her rocker! Adams mouth was agape for almost this entire scene. Later he told us he thought maybe we had set the whole thing up just to mess with him. Too bad none of us could make this up if we tried. Right behind dynamite was a guy with an eyepatch, who she turned around to and yelled, 'whassup patch?!'. We thought she must have known him but it turns out she did not. Dynamite had no teeth and made no sense whatsoever. I have a blast with people like this. I wish she had been on the train with us the whole time! She told us that she was related to michael jackson and that when she was in her mothers womb, her mother was hit by a baseball at pge park and she got an in utero concussion, thus her 'magic powers' she now has. There is a sculpture of a face outside of pge park and she informed us with a straight face that it was hers. She told us about her NA meetings and a bunch of other nonsense that made no sense whatsoever. She also said portland was great but that shed seen better places like new york and california. I don't know about portland being better than california (given my intense love for san diego), but I an say that I do think portland is better than new york. My heart belongs to the west coast! So anyway, back to dynamite. When she got off the train at her stop, she gave the crossword puzzle guy a big kiss and yelled that she loved to kiss strangers. I hope I run into this woman again at some point...