Greetings from Sunny Vancouver, where the Spring weather has become the perfect Summer, this week only. Sometimes I joke about June being "June-uary" in the Portland area - it can often be 45f and rainy and cold, garden plants and vegetables stunted and camping trips ruined by miserable weather. I wish I had planned a trip for this weekend - the weather is perfect, sunny and in the 80s. I know the water is cold at the Washougal river but it's tempting to go for a quick dip; not recommended however since a few people die every year in our area from hypothermia.
I had the most pleasant dream last night. Tina and I were at a party that Andy Warhol was hosting. The party featured an array of characters including Atlas-style muscle men, vampy women dressed like Morticia Adams, my friend Pat and my friend Rachel from work and Hilary from the local rock scene. Andy had a crate of records that were categorized by genre, including "Glam Rock", which was a single picture disc of Lou Reed with sunglasses. I remember shuffling the genres and that Andy was pleased with my re-categorization of the discs. Mr. Warhol made us a drink with cranberry vodka and a few Kalamata olives - I could taste it in my dream and it was delicious. I had to pee badly in the dream - never a good sign - and I had to use the urinal in the middle of the room in front of friends. My pee lasted forever it seemed like. Later, Rachel walked Tina and I home to our modern house. There was a koi pond moat around our house. Rachel stepped off the tiny bridge that was our "porch" and her feet got wet. She was unhappy.
End of dream.