Don’t mean to brag, but I have a lot of really cool, smart friends. Meet some of them who are on the interwebs!
Marie is an interpretive exhibit writer. We used to work together, and we have plans to work together again, but right now we mostly get together to drink copious amounts of tea and play lightsabers with our iPhones.
Temple and I used to work together as well. She lives in the Couv now so I don’t see her as much as I’d like, but when in tough spots in the workplace, I ask myself what Temple would do. I bet she’d kick an ass or two!
Another ex-coworker. Jenn has since left the company we worked at together, and is slowly making her way around the world.
Dear Jen and I have known each other since 1995, and she has visited Oregon twice. Our mutual love of The Monkees brought us together, but only 2500 miles can keep us apart. If you ever talk to her, ask to meet Bun–you’ll be glad you did.
Sara and I went to high school together, and recently rediscovered each other through Facebook. She lives mere blocks from my house! Once, in high school, a group of us held a River Phoenix service and movie-watching memorial at her house.
One day I happened somehow upon Mona’s blog. I think I was Googling IUDs or something. Turns out she’s an ex-Oregonian currently living in Seattle, and has an awesome older husband and adorable son. We all hung out together during her last trip through Portland.
Bryon co-wrote a play I was in a bajillion years ago–he traveled from Northern California for opening night, and we’ve been friends ever since. He’s got a lot of chutzpah, running the only theater in the county. I try to do what I can to help, but there’s only so much you can do from 500 miles away.
UPDATE: Sadly, Bryon died on March 17, 2014.
Yeltie let me write his staff bio for the BTA website, where I remarked about his rosy-cheeked children and his abnormal fascination with unicorns, Matthew McConaughey, and Google chat. He is an awesome guy.
Sean and I used to work together at Oregon Public Broadcasting. At one point he was chosen for New Belgium’s Tour de Fat, to be the local resident to pledge to sell his car and go car-free for a year, and getting a sweet commuter bike by Black Sheep Bikes in the process. He blogged about his experiences.
Jess and I went to high school together. One of the moments that will be forever etched in my brain was when he told a small group of us that his wallet was “the one that says ‘Bad Mothafucka’.” Then he whipped it out and it did! A few weeks later when I saw Pulp Fiction for the first time, I suddenly understood what where his seemingly random but hilarious schtick came from. Oh yeah, and there was the shock value of him saying “mothafucka” too…what can I say, I’ve always been way more innocent than my peers.