Yesterday, Johnny and I attempted to drive to Seattle to attend a wedding on a boat; unfortunately, these plans were derailed when a 12-car pileup closed all the northbound I-5 lanes, leaving us at a standstill on the interstate. The ship sailed without us, and our drive essentially turned into a roadtrip to a Centralia gas station, a two-hour rant about how stupid I-5 is, and a chance to show our nicest clothes to everyone stuck in traffic next to us.
Returning to Portland after time away is always wonderful, but yesterday I felt like jumping out the window and petting the ground as soon as we had downtown in sight. Today I saw a video that captures this energy: it’s a commute in Portland, and there’s some kind of tender banality about it that really gets me. The neighborhood at the end is where I first lived in PDX! Make sure to watch until at the least the 2:25 mark, where it gets epic.
There’s an after-wedding party tonight in Seattle, so we get a second chance. This time we’re leaving four hours early, just in case. But the next person who gets in an accident on I-5 and blocks my path… I will find you, and I will point my finger at you. Angrily!
omigosh, that sounds horrible! hope you made it there last night and had good times.
fun video!