Winking is weird.

Last night as Cleve and I sat on a raggedy old blanket looking over downtown Portland, I came to a really silly conclusion. Winking is weird. 

I mean think about it, just about anytime it happens to you its a little strange and awkward, right? Because you're all, "Do I say hi back? Are they being a creep and hitting on me? Maybe that's just how they say hi?" Really, all of the aforementioned are just plain awkward. 

The boyfriend and I went to a Dick Dale concert a few years back and he totally winked at me from the stage. I totally give credit where credit is due -- that man is the king of surf guitar and it was an amazing performance but also remember that by the time I saw him, he was 73 and has the longest, thinnest hair slicked back into a pony tail. He also creepily girated all over another 20 something girl in the front so I was super creeped out.

Winking is weird, yeah? I think so.

Anyway, this weekend I go home and get to go to a lovely wedding and my cousin from Finland comes to town! Can't wait!

Oooh and check out my new shoes from work! I got these puppies in black.

Sorry this post was totally, completely pointless.