Saturday, August 28, 2010

Portland: Day 9 - Saturday 8.24.2010

nothing monumental happened today ... except waking up at 4am to take danielle to the airport. we said groggy goodbyes & i longed for my bed ... when i woke up later that day, i longed for dd.

we ate lunch at amanda & tibi's favorite vietnamese restaurant, browsed some thrift shops & specialty stores and then went home to cuddle under blankets, in pajamas and take a nap before our night out on the town. 
we went to portland city grill for a late dinner. i ordered a glass of riesling white wine (one of the glorious habits i've adopted this week - drinking wine) & the platter of fresh crab cakes with garlic mashed potatoes, a shaved fennel salad & a basil dijon lemon butter sauce. YUM. YUM. YUM.



side note: tibi & i are buddies, 
i am so glad to have met him. 
he is kind and silly and whitty and 
loud and comforting and so thoughtful 
and incredibly smart. he is determined 
and sweet and not worried about 
judgement from others. he is a good
 & strong man for my friend. 
and because she loves him, as do i.
   

new, sweet friends.


bathroom photo-shoot ...
no fancy dinner is complete without one!



Friday, August 27, 2010

How RUDE!

vacation is over. 
this has been an icky, dreadful, and quite rude awakening in my world. i didn't even get to finish my "Portland Documented" project because the minute i stepped off of that plane, into the repulsive st. louis humidity, i have been busy. busy. busy. busy. busy. SO busy. 

fall semester 2010 is in full swing:
16 credit hours
early mornings
cute red-headed boys with tattoos
charming, chubby professors
mini asian professors
obnoxious history/politics professors (aren't they all?)
deep, hot-voiced, salt-n-pepper haired professors
lots. of. books.

this semester looks like it's going to be great. my classes are interesting & a little scary. my professors are fun, intellectual, easy to talk with, and completely interested in me, my education, & where i want to go. everything will be fine once i remind myself that i'm not across the country living a dream with my two greatest friends ever ... drinking wine, sleeping in beds together, trotting aimlessly downtown, taking long naps, and living crazy late nights. 

i need a schedule. immediately.


in other news:
dreads are good. a bit frizzy & at times scary ... but good. i'll post about them soon.
work is in-freakin-sane. 42 hours this week. gross.
my camera is still packed away from my trip  :(
my family has been out of town every since i got home and it STINKS. excited for their return. 
i haven't run in almost two weeks. bad. bad. bad. 
a woman just came into the cafe at work complaining that her drink tastes like coffee ... i work at a coffee shop. wow. 

that's all. 


Saturday, August 21, 2010

Portland: Day 8

the simplicity of today was so good. we woke up late, showered, dressed, make-up'd, brushed, clothed, and went to the town grocer. we collected a number of things, headed home, and did this:


hangout time & photo shoots.

we then spent our evening at a house across the street at a traditional, ritualistic jewish dinner ... a night spent in a home that was full of a religious jewish community eating a completely kosher dinner, drinking wine & not taking pictures in respect for one of their laws. it was an interesting and fun evening ... i learned a tiny bit about a the huge, in-depth jewish culture and thoroughly enjoyed myself. 
here is the one photo that was taken late that night out in the street:






Thursday, August 19, 2010

Portland: Day 7

reunion #2

marisa lived in italy with us as well. she is a crazy soul. hilarious and honest and sweet-spirited. she's lived in wild places and loved so many people. she has collected wisdom from all different kinds of places and experiences in life. it was so stinkin' fun to see her yesterday. we spent the morning and early afternoon at multnomah falls - which was so beautiful - had lunch and then cruised home for a little downtime.



see and love this little restaurant:

and it's handsome chefs:

i was smitten. 

the nightlife

scared of oyster shots ... yeesh ... i still did it!



goin' home.