Today was one of those days. It started off weird and just continued down the dark path. I woke up confused about where I was. This happens to me often when I sleep in hotels. You wake up and there is this awful feeling when you have no idea where you are for a couple of seconds. You recognize that you’re not in your own bed and it takes a little bit before you figure out/remember where you really are. Of course, your activities from the previous evening play heavily into how many seconds have to actually pass before you figure it all out. For me, this morning, it was about 10 seconds. Ten seconds of utter confusion. This is followed by that “Oh, yeah” moment when it all comes flooding back. Hotel, Party, Last night, G, s#$t, s#$t, s#$t. I can’t believe I said that. Oh well, time to get on with your day.
I headed out of the hotel and went to find breakfast. I’m not sure why, but I really needed some pizza. There are only a couple of places I know of to get pizza at 10:00 in the morning, so I headed to the Cheerful Bullpen. I got on the train. I briefly considered driving, but that just threatened to open up doors that I did not want to enter. You have to love Portland on a Saturday morning. The weirdo factor is cranked up to 11. As I’m getting on the train I can hear this girl shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Go steal me a bra! I really need one!”
It’s all I can do not to look. I’m not sure what I’ll see, so I do resist.
On the train I there are 3 people that I can see. Two of them get on with me, at Pioneer Courthouse Square. One was already there. The lady that was already on the train seemed like she just needed to get somewhere. I could tell immediately that she was going to be a non-factor in my day. I’m not sure why, but the old man and crazy fat lady that got on with me seemed like they were going to clash. I think I could tell that the man was going to be important because he was wearing a nice fur cap. I actually have one almost just like it. Anytime I see someone wearing a hat that I have I can tell that there is going to be an interaction of some kind. The fat woman was obviously crazy. I mean CRAZY. She had crazy eyes, a crazy bag, and crazy clothes. There was no way in hell that she was not going to say something to somebody. She sits down next to the old guy. I’m standing by door, just in case I need to make a quick exit. Luckily, she decides to talk to the old guy.
“I like your hat”, she says, almost like she was a normal person.
He doesn’t even acknowledge her.
“That looks like some kind of Alaska hat.”
Still nothing from him. I’m thinking he might be deaf.
“Hey! I like your hat”, she’s now yelling! She taps him on the arm as well at this point.
The guy just sits there. It was amazing. I’ve never seen someone so effectively tune out the people around him. He never even blinked. He just sat there with this crazy lady loudly complementing his hat. I don’t feel this way often, but I was really impressed by this guy.
Anyway, with no reaction from the old guy in the hat, she looks over at me and shrugs. I’m not exactly sure what she was thinking, but I have to guess it was, “Holy crap. I’m crazy and this guy will not acknowledge it.” I shrugged back. I think we were both disappointed that we didn’t get to see the Alaska man react. What can you do?
I’m getting a good feeling about the NFL playoffs tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that both Pittsburg and Chicago are going to win. I’m really rooting for Green Bay and New York and I’m usually disappointed. I’m not going to predict scores this week, but if you must know the spread, Pittsburg wins by 14 and Chicago by 3. Tell your bookie “Hi” for me.
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