°°°mEnOtoRia°°° (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ontheboundary) wrote,@ 2009-02-25 00:00:00 |
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| Entry tags: | concerts, deborah, tour |
Portland
updated on March 8:
going to Portland - February 21, 2009
My flight to Portland was at around noon which gave me some time to sleep in. I was happy that I had been able to give my letter to Debbie the night before and hoped she would like it. It was a sunny morning and I listened to music on my iPod before I packed my stuff and took a taxi to the airport. The snow-covered mountains looked really beautiful and the whole area seemed very peaceful.
going to Portland - February 21, 2009
My flight to Portland was at around noon which gave me some time to sleep in. I was happy that I had been able to give my letter to Debbie the night before and hoped she would like it. It was a sunny morning and I listened to music on my iPod before I packed my stuff and took a taxi to the airport. The snow-covered mountains looked really beautiful and the whole area seemed very peaceful.
The taxi stopped in front of the terminal building. I saw a table with custom forms and I figured I had to fill out one of them. The building confused me. I went to a screen of U.S. Airlines where I wanted to check in but it directed me to Air Canada. I tried it again and this time it worked. I didn't know where to drop my luggage as I didn't see a belt. I hesitated for a second and went to the Air Canada desk. The woman explained that there were no belts at the airport. I gave her my passport and she gave me a green Visa Waiver form which I filled out. She labeled my suitcase and told me to go through the aisle of duty free shops where I could leave my luggage. I passed the security check and sat down near the departure gate where I went online. The plane was really tiny and one had a nice and cloud-free view on the water during the flight.
The weather in Portland was not as nice as in Vancouver.
I could see from a distance that it was an industrial city. There were green lakes which looked kind of interesting.
After the plane had landed I got off and walked across the airfield. I picked up my suitcase and went outside to the taxi stand. It was quite a long drive. The taxi crossed a bridge and entered the city. It stopped in front of the hotel. After I had checked in I took the elevator upstairs and had to think that the hotel looked very European. The bathroom reminded me of a GDR prefabricated high-rise building.
I had to remind myself a few times that I was in fact in the States.
I had to remind myself a few times that I was in fact in the States.
I decided to have dinner instead of lunch. I had a bath and slept for a while as I was very tired. I woke up again at around 10 in the evening.
I ordered a sandwich and a salad. It was more than I expected and the person who brought the food wondered if I was really that hungry or if there was someone else in the room. Of course, I didn't finish most of it and I wished I hadn't ordered that much.
Portland - February 22, 2009
It was Sunday morning and I woke up pretty late. The ground was slightly shaking. It was hardly noticeable but it lasted for about an hour and I wondered what caused that. I was hungry and decided to order breakfast in the room. The sun wasn't shining and I figured it would be cold outside.
I left the hotel at around one o'clock and went to the Roseland Theater which was only two blocks away. The streets were almost empty. At the venue I met two nice guys and we chatted for a little while until we decided to leave again and come back later. I returned to the hotel where I stayed for another couple of hours.
A few minutes after three I packed my stuff again and walked to the venue. At the back of the building I met a small of group of people that was waiting for the band. We talked for a while until the tour bus arrived. It made me so happy to see Debbie again. She looked absolutely stunning and cute beyond expression. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Nothing and no one in this world could ever look more beautiful. If I had a picture it would be my favorite and I would take it everywhere. She took a lot of time to sign records and made everyone very happy. One of the guys was so ecstatic that he called all his friends. It was very moving.
I met Rick in front of the main door. It was nice to see him again. He's always so kind and friendly.
The group of people got bigger and I was the only girl. It was such a contrast to the audience in Helsinki which consisted of mainly teenage girls.
I had to show my passport at the door and the friendly security person looked at me and said "welcome to Portland." I think I was too nervous to respond.
Inside there was no barrier and I got my beloved spot in the center. Dahlia, the local support act, started the show. The singer slightly resembled Björk and sounded a bit like Goldfrapp.
After their performance I swapped places with the guy next to me as my view was blocked by a fan.
Debbie looked so gorgeous and sounded wonderful. I enjoyed every second of the show very much. She thanked her friends and pointed out how glad she was to be in a place of which she could pronounce the name unlike "Spokane, Spo-kann." She was really cute, just wonderful.
After the show we were all standing outside and waved to the car as it was leaving the venue.
Inside there was no barrier and I got my beloved spot in the center. Dahlia, the local support act, started the show. The singer slightly resembled Björk and sounded a bit like Goldfrapp.
After their performance I swapped places with the guy next to me as my view was blocked by a fan.
Debbie looked so gorgeous and sounded wonderful. I enjoyed every second of the show very much. She thanked her friends and pointed out how glad she was to be in a place of which she could pronounce the name unlike "Spokane, Spo-kann." She was really cute, just wonderful.
After the show we were all standing outside and waved to the car as it was leaving the venue.
I got all sentimental and sad. It's always heartbreaking for me to see her go.
