Had a perfect day in Portland yesterday. Perfect.
I ate my way through the city…
using fabric stores as important landmarks…which makes total sense, right?…
and beautiful terrariums. (Had a dream about that giant terrarium last night.)
I left Seattle Tuesday morning and had three hours in the car with this lovely person, all to myself. Yes, she is as fun and interesting to talk to in person as you would imagine her to be. We arrived in Portland, promptly parked and made ourselves at home at Melissa’s (which is always my first stop in Portland, I recommend it to everyone, there’s always good coffee and warm welcomes there, it feels like home), then we three toured the town, before meeting up with some of my favorite people*. Portland trips fill me with nothing but good. There is no “getting to know you”, its chat, catch up, filled with the “but wait, you already know about that” ‘s.
Our warm sunny weather seems to have temporarily left our fair city. Tonight the I’m taking the kids to the zoo to see The B-52’s, where we will dance and be silly, come rain or shine.
Summer is most excellent so far.
*A blanket apology to these ladies for my continuous goofy
smile and blabbering on so. It really wasn’t the wine. I tend to do
that when I get to Portland.
Oh who am I kidding? I do that everywhere.