So the big news of last week, that I’m sure you’re all aware of now, is that Q (The Sara Jo Becker, herself), flew out to P-town for work, but she stayed for me. Thursday, being the big day, I took Max out to the Airport to pick her up. She was planning on taking a taxi, which would have cost a whopping $35 bucks. Max only costs $2.05. So there.
So happy to see her I was. The whole thing was rather surreal. I decide to not-so-randomly move to pdx and she just happens to fly out on business. Neither of us were complaining. Once we got back to town, we got her checked in to The Governor, a rather well-to-do hotel. She gave it rave reviews.
Friday we didn’t get to see each other because we worked and she had an office party at the Portland Art Museum after. Saturday we met when she checked out of her hotel. We wandered over to a diner near by for very excellent breakfast. Oh so much food, but oh so good. Needing to walk off the cholesterol, we wandered through downtown to the waterfront park. I wanted to show her the mountain, but alas, it hasn’t been out lately.
From the waterfront we walked to the Saturday Market, but first stopped at Mill End’s Park, seen above. This small plot of land is officially recognised as the world’s smallest park. There’s a lively bit of history involved as well, but we’ll save that for another time. Just know that it involves leprechauns.
We wandered around the Saturday Market awhile and listened to an awesome marimba band. Two actually. Q bought a cd from one as well as a christmas present for someone who I don’t think reads this, so we’re all good. It’s a pretty cool gift; I think said recipient will enjoy it.
When we had our fill of the market, we found ourselves in the centre of the city with hot drinks and listening to the annual tuba christmas concert. I was a little leery about nothing other than a hundred tubas playing Christmas songs, but it was actually pretty cool. We didn’t stay horribly long due to the rain that showed up.
After running a few quick errands we hung out at my place a while resting from our adventurous day. Once we were sufficiently rested, we headed north to a hookah cafe where we met my friend Julia for dinner and hookah. The shwarma was actually pretty good, but the Iranian place in Philly is much better.
We all had a craving for something desserty, and Julia knew just the place. Or so she thought. We went to an authentic Italian restaurant not too far away for tiramisu and coffee. It was pretty good, but it wasn’t real tiramisu. It did hit the spot, so that’s all that mattered.
Having to get up at an ungodly hour the next morning, we headed home and promptly fell asleep. Four in the morning came all too quickly and neither of us wanted to get out of bed. Going through the motions of dressing and making ourselves somewhat presentable, we head off to take Max back to the airport. Forty-five minutes later and we arrived. Sadly, our weekend had ended much too quickly.
The sun had not yet risen by the time I made it back to my apartment, and wisely not having coffee beforehand, I fell asleep until eleven. I went into the office for some overtime to get a project done (not how I enjoy spending my weekends, but time and a half is nice). That basically took up the rest of my day. I went home after and just vegged until it was time for bed.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
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