Portland
I'm in Portland for the weekend. Ptown is nice. My trunk is finally loaded with my things, boxes of books and scarves and shoes that I left in storage in Vancouver at Andrea's after my accident, so I can finally be warm and clothed and entertained during the double Walla winter.
Phil and I are staying with Tyson. We went to Francis cafe for breakfast because Portland Monthly mag said they had the best biscuits & gravy in the city, and I got chorizo hash with eggs and mozzarella and avocado. Tyson got the biscuits. They were amazing. We went to Powell's, and I cried reading Post Secret, and we ran into Thomas Freeman and played Rummy at Stumptown and walked sleepily around the Saturday market.
After waiting in an enormous line that wrapped around the theater and down into the parking lot, we finally neared the ticket counter, where they announced that the movie we planned to see (The Informant) had sold out. We got thai food and rented Brother's Bloom, and if we are up to spending even more money in the morning, we plan on eating Dim Sum before the drive back to WWU.
The city is magical, full of bums and hipsters, bikers, and hippies. And I wish I lived here instead of in a tiny town where all the restaurants are closed monday evenings and there is nothing to do. Next year, PAI, children's art museum manager, 8 bedroom apartment, here I come! The future is for discovering.
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