I hope some day to catch your attention and get one of these descriptions of me.

Not long ago I found myself spending the night alone in a hotel room in Portland. It had a big comfy window seat overlooking a busy street. I had a birdseye view of a bus stop, a coffee shop and a freeway overpass. I literally spent most of the night sitting there with my ipod and just watching - fascinated by the going’s on below. My favorite part was that at one point, late in the evening, I saw a band of elderly folks garbed in full polka regalia (heh) marching south on the sidewalk, while a young chinese man weaved upstream through them balancing a huge stack of take out cartons in one hand like a circus performer. It was totally unreal. Oh and then there was the rolls royce that pulled into the coffee shop parking lot and parked at the far edge and just sat - no one ever got out of it. That had me inventing all sorts of interesting stories as to what that was all about.

Okay, well, clearly I’ve usurped more than my fair share of your comment space today. Cut me some slack, man - I’m on a sugar rush.

the Grand Californian Hotel at Disneyland overlooks Donwtown Disney and so the people can sit on their balconies and watch you complain about your tired feet and overpriced hot dogs. ANYWAY one night Ryan and I are waiting for the parking lot tram, and there is a lady in the window, watching the crowd below. Apparently, she thought it was one-way glass, because she was absentmindedly staring and chewing on something… all the while topless. And she wasn’t some hot looking exhibitionist… she was a soft-around-the-edges 40-something mom, just spacing out I guess.

but I always love window-watching… figuring out what people are doing, saying, what their lives are like, etc. I guess the moral of the story is : close your curtains

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