I'm a Hustler, Homey!

Today was a fun day. I got a babysitter (a girl from my ward), and I rode the MAX into Portland to spend some time with my hubby. His company was showing everybody a tour of their new building (which they'll move into in a few months), plus paying for a company-sponsored happy hour. Their new office space is tons nicer than their current one, and much bigger... like three times the size. I think it's in a better location than their current one, too. Right now, he works on the fourth floor of a building that's right near the sleazy part of Portland, an area called Old Town Chinatown. Recently, it has been made known to them that the people on the bottom floor have a PORN studio. At first, my hubby only suspected it, after seeing the photographer umbrellas through the open windows, and sleezily dressed women walk out the door. However, a few of his co-workers left work late one evening only to see a bunch of trashy, topless women through the open windows (usually, the windows are sealed up tight)... so now it's basically been confirmed! Talk about YUCK-O! Everybody's glad that they're moving. Having a porn studio so close by cannot be good for their business. Heck, you have to walk by their windows to get to the current office. We're all happy to know that all of the businesses on the ground floor of their new building are established restaurants. Whew.

If you're wondering about the title of this blog, I'll get to it in a second....

Anyway, after we took a tour of the big, new, empty office space, we went to an Asian food restaurant for drinks and appetizers. Almost everybody there got alcoholic drinks, but my hubby and I got cranberry juice. Man, that was good. I had two glasses, plus two glasses of water. We sat at a booth with two men my husband works with, and we all ordered a ton of appetizers. We were told we could order as much as we wanted.... to serve as a dinner without actually being called "dinner". The dinner menu items were pretty expensive. We had some icky dumpling stuff, and some carmelized chicken that was AWESOME! Miraculously, I left there with a full stomach.

When my hubby and I got on the MAX to head home, we saw something interesting. There was a dude with headphones on, saying the words to a rap he was listening to. He was LOUD. And, the louder he got, the quiter everybody else got, trying not to laugh. I don't know what in the heck he was listening to, but some of the words included "Yeah, I'm a hustler... I'm a hustler, homey!" He obviously didn't know all the words, because there were various moments where he would just mumble while he was dancing around, clapping and snapping his fingers. I was having a hard time not looking at him, it was so funny. My husband leaned over and stated, "It's sad that he doesn't know all the words." Well, this guy was on the train with us for about 10 minutes, and he went through several different songs. The last one was something about "I'm crazy for your love, baby." He knew even fewer words to that song than he did the rap. That was definitely something to smile about. I don't think he was drunk, cuz he didn't stink. He obviously didn't care what other people thought of him, though.

The babysitter really enjoyed watching the kids, and they behaved for her. She has two sisters who also babysit, so chances are, I'll be able to get a babysitter pretty easily from that family in the future. Plus, they babysit for free when the kids' parents are going to the temple. That is totally awesome. I think we'll be going to the temple very soon now. Can't wait!

Well, this is turning out to be a pretty long blog. So, I'd better cut it off for now. If I have anything else to ramble on about, I'll just stick it in my next blog! Ta-ta for now!