Before we get to what you all came here to see, the hard core nudity, let's start off with something a little more wholesome. Here is a Katie at 8 1/2 months pregnant.
The "You Pick" berry farms are starting to open. Right now you can get a whole bunch of strawberries. We bought 8 pounds for $10.
Katie sat down on the dirt to pick some strawberries (bending over wasn't really working) and it was a literal case of a person who sat down and couldn't get back up.
Then this past week was the Rose Festival.
Katie wanted me to take a picture because she said "I feel like a hobo". I guess because of the shoes.
Here's a wedding on a dock.
On Saturday Katie took me out to dinner for Fathers Day. Afterwards we went downtown to walk along the river. We were stopped at an intersection for a while waiting for a very long train to pass and I am so glad that it took as long as it did. While waiting for the train we looked over and saw a tatted up grandma with a sash that said "Queen of F'n Everything". I was quite impressed.
Seconds later we spotted this chick in a Rainbow bright / He-Man hybrid costume, complete with army utility belt and exposed breasts, waiting to use the Honey Bucket port-o-pottie. Notice the dude taking a picture of her to the left and the dude with the pink fuzzy hat and green socks behind her. I bet pink fuzzy hat guy was pissed. He got all dressed up like a weirdo, ready for a night on the town as the center of attention only to be upstaged by a woman that looks like a 3 year old that got left behind, on her own, in a costume store over the weekend.
He is out there, really out there, yet so calm and nonchalant. You'd think he was a fully clothed normal guy waiting in line at the bank, instead of a skinny, pasty naked guy with his exposed junk three feet away from 180 tons of moving steel. Needless to say, it made my night. Little did we know that in half an hour the street would be swamped with hundreds of naked bike riders and we would be caught in the middle of it. Unbeknownst to us, it was time again for the annual Portland naked bike ride and we had wandered into it like two nuns into a biker bar, like unsuspecting cattle into an electric fence, like mormons into a democratic convention. And so we did the only thing two intelligent people would do in the situation, we took some pictures and then we got some ice cream.
2 comments:
It's not illegal in Portland to get all nudy in the city?
Paul just said, "I think there's an inverse relationship to how much you want to see someone naked to how likely they are to be naked." We miss Portland. But not naked people riding bikes.
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