Blog Post #1 Welcome to Andrew's Corner: An Oasis of Truth
At last, the king has arrived. Haters, kiss the ring! What lies before you is an oasis of truth, If you cannot handle the truth, respectfully, get tf out.
Life is full of countless joys, but none as sweet as having your own apartment again. For the past 4 months I have been without and let me just say this, to those around me: I know it shows and I am trying my best! It is April now and I give my greetings from quirky Portland, Oregon, land of the n95’s.
Let’s start with the neighborhood! Despite my youthful exposure to white people hoods, I felt unprepared when I read a sign outside my new place that read “Missing Parakeet $5,000 reward”. It was at that moment that I realized I am surrounded by gullible and rich white people! I NEED to make friends with some of these out of touch people! If I wasn’t such a good christian I would have already bought a blue parakeet dupe at the pet store and cashed in that bag lmao.
My time here has been short but I have been blessed to see multiple friends upon my return to the PNW. During my first 3 days in Portland I was visited by Jaylee and her boyfriend. We had a key: thrifting, Burnside Skate Park, Canon Beach, a local concert (Jaylee and her man left separately after a couple’s fight). After she left I was invited by my friend Garrison to stay with him for a week until my new place was ready. At the time I was honestly dreading not having any privacy, but as the week was up I felt glad to have soaked up even a tiny fraction of his high energy and spirit, so I left with good morale. We took some c*nt photos!
The first weekend in my new apartment Clare & Tiffany stayed with me to attend an Eliza Lamb concert. I decided to wear dress pants on this specific night out, which ended up being perfect because the same venue of the indie concert was also hosting a high school prom. A bouncer put us in the Prom line at first and I politely let him know that I’m 27 years old. The concert was funny too because it was all slow songs but you could clearly hear The Cupid Shuffle in the distance lol. I wasn’t familiar with Eliza and although I found her to be talented, to me she kinda seemed like a bad time lol. She did a fine job singing, but to me all I could notice about her was that she had that ‘ lived with her grandma bone structure ’. If I was her publicist/stylist I’d tell her honestly... “Drop the act and try on some cookie monster pajama pants”.
The night did not end there. We all decided to grab a drink nearby and I happened to run into my hot nursing student, Lani, that I had trained that very week! She’s cool and like many of the women I admire, she, unfortunately, is not a man. Lol, but it is thanks to her that I was formally introduced to her friend and classmate, Tran. He’s a cute little gay who I first noticed at work after he bumped into me on accident but we had never spoken before. The booze continued to flow and the night became increasingly flirtatious. Our groups merged and we all had a hilarious time at this male strip club. The twink and I were making eyes and being playful towards one another, but I did my best to keep my attention on my guests. Attraction is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it. To which I say, everybody is always talking… but what happens when the talk isn’t cheap... and it is… what it is..?
To be continued…
