I was in Portland for Thanksgiving
Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
46Trip End Dec 18, 2009
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Where I stayed
Sara's in Portland
Sara's House on Garfield
Sara and I have known each other since 2001. We became fast friends over beers at Kooper's (back when I didn't like beer) and have kept in touch as both of us have moved further apart from each other.
I last saw her about in April or May of 2008 on a trip with my buddy Sherm. The idea of chilling for a feast with a good old friend was very appealing at this point in the trip. Sara is not that old by the way. Sarah Laake would say that she meets my MO with a few notable exceptions.
Anyway, I get into Portland and we chill for a while and I drop like a bad habit in this tiny walk in closet of a guest-room. When you are traveling any room that doesn't have a number on it with a key card access is a good thing. Thursday we get up and make visits to Starbucks, Whole Foods and Safeway in preparation of the big feast. Sara is making a honey ham replete with gravy and the whole bit.
Her Mom, sister Brenda and Bro-in-Law Chad (who I have secretly called Chief for years because he is enormous and Native American and when you shake his hand yours somehow disappears) and Step Father Greg will arrive in rounds. The ham is ridiculous, the potatoes are divine and the wine was quite tasty, not sure that I even got a buzz. I was simply listening to the conversation. Thankfully, It was interesting and time flew by. Then we played Taboo and Sara and I dominated. You know I had to throw it in their faces that Sar' and I have spent about 3 weeks total together over 8 years and they were married and we still crushed them!
Before you even go there. don't ask.
So the rest of Thursday is some chill time and then sleepy time and now we have Friday. I got caught up on this blog or at least reviewing the photos while Sara met with her friend Chancity who I call "Chancer Dancer" for no particular reason. I don't even know if she dances but, Pete Townshend would likely think her a "face dancer" as she lights up a room with her spirit.
After coffee and updates and such we head back to figure out the night. We go against the grain and do Sushi somewhere and then hit the movies, 500 Days of Summer. It was a very good view but, a little melancholic though the soundtrack was elite.
Along the way we stop at a wine bar and gelato place. It has been a few years since I've been to PDX for any length of time and I had forgotten that they have their own fruits (not people, people) One of them is called Marrion Berry which is largely red and very tasty. My last 8 years were spent in Baltimore just outside of the financial capital of the world Washington, DC. You know the place where liberty and capitalism died recently, through no fault of it's own, but, when you haven't had power in years it is your responsibility to not only grab it but, abuse the shit out of it. Just like the other guys did. Yeah, I went there.
Anyway, When the Calculus studying gelato jockey offers us Marrion Berry I laugh and say "You mean Marrion "Bitch Set Me Up" Barry. That's a flavor?!" It is then explained to me that one is a fruit and another is a disgraced mayor of Washington, DC who was caught on camera in a hotel with a hooker about to spark up a crack pipe when the FBI busted in and he exclaimed "The bitch set me up" America has a glorious history indeed.
Before that we went to a wine bar and sat by the fire while a minstrel played acoustic guitar and some poseurs to our left worked on trying to look cool and rich in a setting that called for none of that crap.
The servers in Portland kind of...suck. The one at the gelato place was cool but, the wine bar guy was obviously gay and seemed put off when we he hear our answer to his question about what movie we were going to see. Dude, just get us the freaking wine and a check in a timely fashion and leave your attitude at home. I had to chase the bastard down for the check and had to wait too long to pay it. I almost busted some GWK on him. He would not have liked that at all. Instead I smirked and he got a 10% tip.
The movie theater was a pub cinema. You have a short bench in front of you where you can place a beer or drink or pizza. It was a very inviting place. I want to say it was the Laurelhurst?
The movie started and ended and we went back to the house to sleep. Saturday came and I worked on laundry and Sara on some school work. We watched some TV via PC and decided to hit some fine PDX dining. We went to Meriwether's and were joined by Ryan "Woolfman" Woolf. I'd met Ryan on other trips and it was nice to hang again. The server at this place was not only strong at her job but, she was very attractive and I did my best to make sure that she knew that I was with Sara (even though I wasn't) and that Ryan was the catch here. Ryan made an admirable effort and she seemed interested even admitting that the guy she is dating is more zero than hero. I hope he follows up on her, she was a winner and they had a nice chat at the table about all sorts of Pacific Northwestern stuff that sounded like Navajo code to me.
Prior to Meriwether's we went to the Doug Fir a really cool bar and concert venue. It has a woodsy feel to it. Log tables and a crystal moose-head. I was hoping a good band was in town but, it was not to be.
We also went to Millennium Music which is a wonderful place to kill half a day perusing new finds. We had about an hour or so and picked up some new joints. I got some old Townshend and Dntel and Sara got Secret Machines and perhaps some other disc I can't recall.
Before you know it Sunday has arrived and it is time for me to go. So I pack it up and say my thanks and goodbyes and drive-away as I always do from Sara's.
Now I'm back on the road again.
I'm heading for Coos Bay but, that's not going to work.