Yesterday, boyfriend and I took a Saturday drive down to the bustling metropolis that is Aurora, Oregon. Somehow, I managed to leave my camera at home :/
We trolled some sweet old antique shops (the town is seriously made up of JUST antique stores) and called it a day…only because there wasn’t a doughnut shop in sight.
“Welcome to Aurora! Not just a place, but a state of mind.”
wayne's world 2
After a wild night out at the Anvil show, I’m definitely a little worse for wear today.
Usually, I describe this feeling as “pulsating,” and thought it’s a bit of a reach, definitely makes me think of this:
“Did you ever see that ‘Twilight Zone’ where the guy signed a contract and they cut out his tongue and put it in a jar and it wouldn’t die, it just grew and pulsated and gave birth to baby tongues? Pretty cool, huh?”
“Quick, Garth! To the MirthMobile!”
(as seen on 10th and SE Ankeny last night)