I love my neighborhood but hate the transportation issues. What I really mean is GOOD FUCKING LORD I HAVE TO THINK SO HARD ABOUT GOING OUT I ALMOST DON’T HAVE ANY ENERGY LEFT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE. Tonight for instance, I’m meeting friends a whopping 3.8 miles from here. And the questions begin:
Should I drive? What if I want to drink? What if they’ve all got their bikes? Could I walk 3.8 miles in the next hour? Do I feel like running in a plaid skirt and boots? Should I take the bus? Shit, takes 66 minutes to get 3.8 miles by bus, that’s crap! Take a cab? Oh, I’ve been meaning to put the cab numbers in my phone. What if I don’t like the cab driver? What if I do take a cab, get totally shit faced and then don’t want to interact with the cab driver? What if I drive, don’t think I want to drink but then watch my friends drink and realize I WANT MORE THAN ONE GODDAMN DRINK FOR ONCE (like last Sunday night, for example)?
See, this is just too exhausting. I need to move my butt back downtown or at least closer in South East. If I can’t walk home drunk I’m just not sure I can handle the decision making.
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2 comments:
It's really not as bad as you think when you have a car. I wouldn't trade the serenity of this place for all the noise and weird people you'd find in a more central location. But you really don't have to say anything to cab drivers, and a good percentage don't speak very good English anyway. They've probably seen far worse than what you might give them. And if you want to save some money, don't hesitate to ask for a lift if you ever need it. Sure, you'd think this is purely altruistic, but I like driving and I get so stir crazy these days sitting in this lonely house under a dull leaden sky that any excuse to leave is a good one. I hope any of this is helpful.
Thanks for the ride offer. I really wouldn't feel comfortable calling you past 2am asking for a ride though. I do love my car; even more so after tonight. Sometimes I love my drink a bit more. That said...
took a cab. no wierdness (other than I'm pretty sure the first driver thought one of my friends was my gf and the second one told me about his custody battle). but, how can it be so goddamn difficult to get a cab in a town as small as Portland? and, I can't believe I spent $24 in cab fare to get from here to Clinton and back.
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