...back in February when he remarked, "It's so great you guys have Powell's Books in Seattle."
"That's Portland, not Seattle," I replied.
He smirked. "What's the difference?"
"We're four hours apart, for starters."
"Yeah, but isn't one just a bigger version of the other?" he volleyed.
Next week I will be able to answer in greater detail. As ridiculous as it sounds, I haven't traipsed to PDX since 2002 for a friend's wedding. Whenever I've had simultaneous health and money (and the former has largely been the tripwire), I've had my ass on a plane to New York or San Francisco. Sometimes for work, usually for pleasure, always to feel at home.
But after spending most of the summer landlocked (if you already have an immune system compromised from CFIDS and are still running a fever from the pneumonia you had in '08, try not to get shingles in '09), I've slowly been accruing more strength (witness the increased posting here) and am restless as hell. I haven't left town in seven months and it's near certain, in light of the probable H1N1 clusterfuck, that the Centers for Disease Control or World Health Organization will issue a de facto travel advisory for the immuno-compromised and then I'll be stuck here at least through spring. And that simply will not do.
So, for three days and two nights next week (that's all I can physically sustain right now, realistically), I will be exploring Seattle's step-sibling to the south. I sound facetious, but I'm actually quite excited. My friends and colleagues who reside there gush about it and I'm eager to poke around and see what kind of mischief I unearth.
And to the person who condescendingly asked, "Well, who's going to drive you?" Well, no one. As I explained, I'll be flying, surgical mask and all, per doctor's orders (woo hoo!) and I don't need someone to babysit me. I will never understand why, in 2009, so many women are still so reluctant to travel alone, but that's an entirely different topic and I'm too beat to delve into its morass right now.
I've got to rest up for Portland.
Photo by Kymberlee della Luce
About Me
- Litsa Dremousis:
- My work appears in The Believer, BlackBook, Esquire, HuffPo, Jezebel, McSweeney's, Monkeybicycle, MSN, New York Magazine, Nerve, The Nervous Breakdown, Nylon, The Onion's A.V. Club, Paper, Paste, Poets & Writers, the Seattle Weekly, Slate, Aol's Spinner, on NPR, KUOW, and in sundry additional venues. Among others, I've interviewed Sherman Alexie, The Black Keys, Dan Boeckner, Augusten Burroughs, Billy Corgan, Betty Davis (the legendary, reclusive soul singer), Dead Can Dance, Death Cab for Cutie, Estelle, Ron Jeremy, Demetri Martin, Colin Meloy, Alanis Morissette, Tim Blake Nelson, the Posies, John Roderick, Lynn Shelton, Jesse Sykes, Wanda Sykes, John Vanderslice, Rufus Wainwright and Ann Wilson. My essay, "The Great Cookie Offering", appears in Seal Press' anthology, "Single State of the Union", I have a piece in Smith Magazine's HarperCollins anthology, "It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs" and I'm a winner of BlackBook's Hemingway Short Story Contest. I'm completing my first novel. YOU CAN CONTACT ME AT ldremousis at yahoo dot com and, if you want, follow me on Twitter @LitsaDremousis.
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