Buck and Spencer(Pratt)

Many apologies for the late entry. It took me this long to get back into East Coast time and back to reality. Friday, July 30th was our last day all together. So we decided to go out with a bang...sorta.

Katy left out the part, though appropriate here, because it was probably this morning as opposed to last night, when we decided to try a new form of transportation back to our hotel room after an eventful night in Seattle. After realizing it was too late to take public transportation home, I flagged down a guy on a bike, with a cart behind him. Obviously the perfect way to get home. About three minutes after picking up 3 ladies, obviously weighed down by the copious amounts of alcohol in our systems, he had to flag down a friend to take some of the weight off his cart. So Spencer and Buck our new friends pedaled away as we laughed, Jess gave out deep tissue massages, Katy demand we hold hands while in seperate carts and Katy and Jess leaping from the carts to race the bike up the hill. (I was obviously semi-in a coma from the headbutt). We had Spencer and Buck, college students, who lovingly referred to as cougars, drop us off in an area in which we thought was a couple blocks away from our hotel, which actually was a little farther and we may or may not have had to use a map to navigate us back. The last thing I remember saying before we drifted off into sleep was, "Do you think Dominoe's delivers beer?"

Katy and Jess seemed to leap out of bed ready to go...me not so much. Although I was awake for a little under 4 hours due to a hangover, we made our last day together fun. After trying to go to Voodoo Donuts (the line was around the block) we made it to Cannon Beach on the coast. What bliss. Katy described it to me as the beach in Maine, but I think that the evergreen trees adorning the background and the massive rocks added to the ambience. (Sorry Mom!) Jess even found a hill to contemplate burrito-ing down.(Though her dreams did not come true about rolling down a giant hill, she did get her caramel apple which she had been dreaming about since South Dakota).

So we ended our day back in Portland at a Pizza joint called Hotlips. Being the pizza snobs we are, we actually enjoyed the pizza a lot. The crust not quite as thin as NY, but not quite as thick as Chicago style. We drove Jess to the airport and with a tearful goodbye, Katy promised to see her at Christmas (WAH). Katy and I made it to Corvallis and watched the only thing that could cheer us up: The Jersey Shore.

I think Jess said it best when we saw her facebook status the next day- Jess Malpelli is moving to the west coast immediately post grad. best summer of my life.