No, I think he really was going to get a burrito. So, we'll have to wait until... hold on, I think I heard a flush...

MY TRIP REPORT

It was truly a wonderful burrito. Perfect in every way, from the beans to the tortilla to the guacamole. While eating it I browsed for conferences that I might attend, ranking them first in order of locations that I would like to visit followed by the liklihood of walking away with neat complimentary swag and lastly by "usefulness" and "relevence to my job duties" *rolls eyes*. The most useful one, one that I'm likely to be required to attend, is in Santa Clara, CA, which is in my bottom 5 on my list of places to ever even remotely think about seeing again. I would rather spend time in Arbuckle, a small town that smells strongly of manure, than the giant Superfund site of Santa Clara. Oh god, I'll never scrub myself clean of Santa Clara. That's probably why I can't seem to win at card games. Anyway, I quickly finished eating because I had to attend a boring meeting that seemed to last forever, the memory of the burrito still on my tongue, and, well, that's about where the situation ended. Now all we are left with is the wrapping paper in the wastebin, the jaunty jalapeno print gently chiding us for not paying more attention to the burrito while it was still with us; for ignoring it's needs in favour of our own. We can't take back what we did here today, but we can take the time to reflect so that maybe, if the stars are aligned just right, next time things will be different.

Oh, but what exciting acts could I get into in next, I find myself wondering, and I shall tell you: I will buy three novels of varying lengths and sit on a bus for 45 minutes. Possibly next to someone who smells really bad. Later I will fall sleep cradling my pillow like a large avocado, visions of onions and pinto beans dancing through my head, singing world-weary songs about peppers and picking fights with the taco filling.

For future reference, Portlanders: the awesome burrito cart is on that block o' carts on the bus mall.

Don't fall asleep cradling your pillow like a large avocado or you'll wake up with a full belly but minus a pillow.

For future reference, Portlanders: the awesome burrito cart is on that block o' carts on the bus mall.

I thought there were at least three burrito carts on that block. Is there just one now?