Going to Portland

Well, I had two weeks before my next tattoo appointment, so I had to figure out how to spend my time.  And I didn't want it to be in the Sac area, because the casinos are too alluring.  So, I woke up Tuesday and made up my mind to make the almost 10 hour trip to Portland.  Made it in just before Midnite and met my sissy, Heather, who was staying with her roommates' parent's house.

I was so proud of Homie because he made it 26 miles after his low fuel light turned on.  He was such a trooper!  I made sure and told him and patted him.   Oh, and Homie and I were both surprised about the full service gas stations as we crept up late at nite with an attendant running towards us.  It was cool but  he told me it was full service and when I got back from the bathroom my windshield was still scattered with bugs.  Full sevice my ass.