My brain’s not running on all cylinders today. I got to Café Allora in the Pearl to watch the World Cup Final game between Spain and the Netherlands and the only reason I was rooting for the Netherlands is because I didn’t want that game-predicting octopus to be right. I wasn’t very vocal about it, because I was in the middle of a lot of Spain supporters. In any case, Spain won, and the octopus was right.
It being Portland, of course, I saw a guy I’ve gone to for Sports Massage, Michael Bilyeu. I was just thinking of calling him last week because I was all knotted up. I’m not sure why he was down in the Pearl to see the game because he lives in NE and works in SE. I did get to ask him if I still had the right number and address for him.
The Pearl, being the Pearl, had a lot of wealthier seeming people around. Across the street from the café was a BMW Alpina. I’m not quite sure what it is, but I bet it cost more than I make in a year. Two years, probably. My buddy Matty suggested I get one, but I reminded him that I am neither a drug dealer nor a record producer and he told me it was never too late for a career change.
What I can afford is to finally get my sorry ass to Violetta to try their sustainable slow-food hamburger. I’ve heard mixed reviews, and I have to say it’s a very good burger but not the best I’ve had. Plus, it’s kind of a fast food/slow food establishment. Tacky interior but expensive prices. The staff was super-nice and even gave me a rare hamburger, but it needed a little more sweetness in the relish. But it was tasty, the meat was tender, and I was full of cheeseburger and crispy truffle oil fries. I’d certainly not dissuade anyone from getting it, but still there was something missing.
I wondered why I wasn’t hungry at dinnertime and I realized that I had my burger at 2:48PM after my first bite. Late lunch. I also forgot to get my free Slurpee today. I kind of figure I can afford to buy a Slurpee, so I’m not out too much, but do I need to get as much as I can from the faceless holding corporation that owns 7-11? These are the kind of philosophical questions I can handle today, nothing much harder though. I think the sun fried my brains.