After getting back from our family vacation, Josh Downs and I started planning our own little vacation and decided on a weekend in downtown Portland (about four hours from home).
Thursday: We hadn't planned on leaving until Friday morning, but since Josh hadn't gone back to work yet and since all of my computer gear was headed in for repair (which meant I couldn't work either) we decided to head out on Thursday afternoon after picking the kids up from school.
We stopped at the minute market to grab some snacks (coconut water, Smart Food and dark chocolate almonds), got on I-5 headed North and about three hours later we were were in Corvallis (where Josh went to college) having dinner at 101.
Then we found a hotel (the first one we went to was full) and stayed up watching House Hunters on HGTV.
Friday: First thing Friday morning, we went for a three mile run down by the water, packed up our stuff and took all the back roads out to McMinnville to have lunch at McMenamins. (And found that old train cart on our way.)
Once we got into Portland, Josh dropped me off downtown to go shopping for a new pair of pants to wear that night and then he went to check in at the hotel.
A few hours later, I met him at the hotel bar without any new pants and wearing more make-up than I've ever worn (The girl at the Benefits Cosmetics counter promised to give me a complete make-over if I promised to purchase two products.) where I had the worst mojito I've ever had (The waitress promised me the best mojito I'd ever had and since she was the nicest waitress I'd ever met, I lied and told her it was amazing.)
The rest of the night was crazy.
It involved five or six different bars, too many drinks, a bit of dancing, several taxis, a marital disagreement, a rickshaw ride, a new friend (Hi Marianne!), lots of rain and a few borrowed cigarettes and ended at 4:30 a.m. in front of a gyro stand, eating the best falafel I've ever eaten.
Saturday: Saturday morning started off with a little reminder about why I don't drink more than one or two drinks and why I don't smoke (a hangover) and unfortunately, the reminder lasted all day. We went to Sellwood, hit a few antique stores, ate some lunch and had some frozen yogert with extra blueberries because I heard they cure hangovers. (Not true.)
I'm not even sure if we realized until Saturday that it was St. Patrick's Day and the city was shutting down streets and putting up tents to celebrate.
I'm too old to whoop it up two nights in a row (or even two years in a row) so we decided to celebrate in the hotel room with a movie and some spinach au-gratin from Ruths Chris Steakhouse instead (because I never go to Portland without getting spinach au-gratin take-out.)
I think we were asleep by 10:00 p.m.
Sunday: Woke up Sunday morning and went for another three mile run along the river. This run ended at Voodoo Doughnuts though where we waited in line for 45 minuts just because the doughnuts are so good. (Actually Josh waited in line for 45 minutes - I ran back to the hotel and started packing since it was getting close to check-out.)
And then we made our way back home and back to real life.
I wish real life were as fun as vacation life.