Portland

Hey, Annie. Oh hey there. What did you not do last night? I did not attend a… seminar? a workshop?… called “7 Ways to Choke a Man Unconscious.” What??!?  Who invited you to such a thing? My friend Mike.  You know him, you love him. Well, it’s really too bad that you didn’t go. I…

Squinty, smiley Mike came through Denver last night, and he gave me a t-shirt with his face on it. This is so perfect.

– your hair just needs to be cut?  Immediately?  Because all of a sudden, and without warning, you are Morticia? – you wear the black racerback tank with the rainbow graphic eagle on the front?  Because it’s so awesome? – you eat breakfast at an oatmeal cart?  Because this is Portland? – you hear a…

Check out what I made! She’s a beaut. I’ve always wanted to learn how to roll my own sushi, and being in Portland – a city of the aquatic variety – last night was my chance.  My friend and co-worker Molly took me to a place called Hipcooks, where we spent three hours learning the…

What a place, huh? Last night, I zig-zagged the downtown streets on foot, taking in the sights and sounds of Stumptown.  Seattle may be my first love – but I have a warm, fuzzy fondness for her hippie kid sister. Eventually, I wandered into Powell’s Books (how could I not?), and spent way, way too…