It’s not even 10PM and I feel like crawling in bed. I’m pooped. Meetings most of the day have me a little behind my regular schedule too. Sorry for that. We made it back from Portland and are still recovering from all the fun. You know, one of those weekends when you need a weekend to recover from your weekend? Or at least a slow Monday. And that didn’t happen.
Portland highlights in no particular order include lots of walking, one night at the Ace (see above), a night cap of Old Fashions and shared desserts at Clyde Common, a Cuban breakfast with the in-laws, dinner at the Maiden (have you been there? If not, ask Jared to make you a Trunk Monkey), a bottle of wine shared with Jenny at Cafe Nell (a seriously great happy hour and even friendlier service), empanadas, sangria and Blazers at Sam and Meghan’s and last but not least, a bet for all you can eat oyster shooters. Yes, I realize, a little disgusting to think about eating dozens of oyster shooters. I’m not much of a gambler but I am really competitive. Only I’m a tad gun shy after losing in my first ever game of credit card roulette a few weeks ago. So the all you can eat oyster shooters bet seemed reasonable. At least it wouldn’t leave me broke, because you really can’t eat more than 2 of those suckers. As luck would have it, I’m the winner of all you can eat oyster shooters. Yay for me, right?
After getting back in town Saturday evening we saw Yeasayer at the Bluebird, ate macaroni and cheese fries, took pictures in a photo booth, and drank out of festive mugs at Lost Lake Lounge. The weekend ended with Sunday Supper Club 3.0 over at Johnny and Paige’s place. The theme this month was deconstructed dinner. Or build it yourself. Either way, it was a success. Looking forward to 4.0.
Yeasayer: Ambling Alp
Photos: the K.I.D Collective