I spent all Monday making phone calls and figuring out things like how much luggage I can take with me and how to plug my Mac into Thailand's 220 without blowing up my computer. Interesting point: the baggage policy posted on Delta Airlines' web site bears only the most passing resemblance to their ACTUAL baggage allowance policy. Those bastards. And they are not even embarrassed, they just admit they haven't updated their web site. It's criminal what they get away with.
Last Sunday I rode in the Rose Festival Parade with Mayor Sam Adams' people. It was freezing, and in my hood-up parka and sunglasses I looked like the Unibomber. Seriously. The saving grace is that I am absolutely unrecognizable in all the photos.
This coming Sunday I'm riding in the Gay Pride Parade with the same group. This time I'm wearing a frothy prom gown (over fleece -- I learned my lesson) and hoping I can develop a system for keeping it out of the bike works before I have a tragic televised accident. No reasonable suggestion ignored.
Pretty sure Pride will conclude my Parade career in PDX. Not sure what any of it has to do with moving to BKK. It's my blog, though, and it's early and I'm wishing I could go back to sleep and if I want to ramble about parades, which I don't even enjoy, who is going to tackle me? Who would tackle me anyway? I used to have a t-shirt that said, "I'm as mean as I look." Must make a note to replace it.
Today I have an event at a water treatment plant in Durham. I'm not even joking. It's a glamorous life. To think I'm leaving it all behind.
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