"Do you smoke pot?"
Hee hee. i just got back from Cincinnati and it was a BLAST. However, i took no names or e-mail addresses because i hate to become attached to people that live so far away.
Anyways, a guy that looked just like (i am not kidding) Jack White from The White Stripes asked if i wanted to smoke pot with him. i, being the good girl that i am, said no. In fact, i have never been asked such a question being a hick from Montana and was caught off gaurd a little. But the guy was so cool and nice, i wish i could remember his name. i tried to find him later, but my JW look-alike disappeared. So it wasn't meant to be. Ah, well. That's fate, i suppose. He had said i looked like a bad girl, that i didn't even look a little bit like a good girl. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. i was oh so flattered. No jokes.
i LOVE the city! Any city! But my heart is in Seattle, and i don't know why exactly. Hendrix, i suppose, and a little bit of Kurt Cobain. As long as i don't end up like either of them.
Well, there is too much to tell that i won't waste the time sharing here. i'm tired, and happy, and only slightly disappointed that i had to come home. It was well worth the trip. Next year, Anaheim, CA.
Oh yes. i forgot to mention that i actually PLACED in desktop publishing at NATIONAL BPA. i am still amazed. i think they made a mistake.

Well i looked at him and caught him lookin' at me/ i knew right then we were playin' free . . . in Oregon

Love, Trish

ps. Weezer's Blue Album rocks.