Bleary eyed, but ready to leave the dust-bowl of Phoenix behind, we got up super early and made our way to the airport… and sat at this gate next to a loudtalker who wanted everyone to think he knew A TON about apple products when I – someone who admittedly does not know all that much about them – could tell he had no clue.
When we got on the plane, I found myself snuggly placed between Earl (who is 6’1”) and a guy who best guess was near 6’5”… I have never before been so thankful of my shortness and the legroom it afforded me! Overall, the flight itself was nothing special. Though I did spend way too much time peeking at 6’5”s kindle, trying to figure out what the heck he was reading.
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| Isn't it nice we all coordinated to wear the same wash of jeans? |
After a lovely day spent in the Pearl District where we ate some splendid lunch and I tried to get well and thoroughly lost in the City of Books, we spend Friday night, Saturday and Sunday morning in the company of the Katerpus and Hubby McRedbeard. (all of our shenanigans were chaperoned by Cinnamon, who, at seventeen was surely the most mature of us all)
Sunday, when Katie and Jesse finally got tired of us and kicked us to the curb (not really, they just had other plans) we took the time to visit yet another of the Powell’s branches in the city and bought more books we didn’t have room for in our carry-on luggage… And then we told Apple Maps “We’ve got time, do your worst” as I put in my high school best friend, Allison’s address, and Apple maps was oddly kind. Taking us down a beautiful, windy road and leading us straight to her home!
She however, was not there yet, as our trips overlapped and so we found our way to the St. John’s bridge and took a ton of pictures (I’ll only regale you with a few)
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| And a cool old warehouse near the bridge.... because I love old buildings. |
We spent the evening talking, eating Thai food and playing with Aria, her adorable kitteh and Henry, the wonderdog.
In the morning it was time to head south, but we stopped at a little place called Gravy for breakfast where Allison introduced me to a delightful thing called Oatmeal Brulee. And as we ate, we tried not to stare at Jesse Isenberg who sat two tables from us with his baseball cap pulled down and his sweatshirt hood placed strategically high around his neck.
(Part 2 will be up next Thursday!)
It was so nice having you up here! I love all the animal pictures :)
ReplyDeleteI know what's important in life :P
DeleteOatmeal Brûlée? Oatmeal with a caramelized top? Oh, I am salivating as we speak. You know, my hubs, the macho man/girlie man has a Creme Brûlée torch. I could maybe try this. I am so excited! Except for being sandwiched between the two big men, (which by the way, did they hog the arm rests? Men always hog the arm rests. I don't even think they realize they're doing it, like it's an instinctive thing.) the pictures look like you had a fabulous time. Love that bridge. And I love that rain drenched photo.
ReplyDeleteAnd is Jessie Eisenberg elfen-looking? He just seems like he'd be this petite, cute elf/man.
The brulee truly was amazing. Don't hurt yourself trying to make it, but definitely do attempt and tell me how your home-mad version turns out!
DeleteThe airplane ride was not terrible. 6'5" was very aware of his size and kept himself contained. and he leaned on the aisle armrest more than anything, so that wasn't a problem.
As for Jessie Eisenberg (look who's been spelling his name wrong since forever: me) he was very normal - except for his obvious desre to go unnoticed.