We drove up to Portland this weekend to finish our Christmas shopping. (Unlike most years, I had been picking up Christmas stuff months in advance and was almost done - so in reality, this trip was more like a three-day, Winter vacation.)
I brought my camera, but didn't so much as look at it the entire trip.
Josh Downs got this one with his iPhone though...
And a few of my favorite memories, in no particular order:
1. Singing "Thanks, thanks a lot..." (one of the songs from Annie's Thanksgiving program that Josh has been singing non-stop) to each other after getting back to the hotel really late one night.
2. The tastiest lunch ever at Kennedy School. (I had fennel salad and some sort of magic Jamaican Bowl with black beans and summer squash and mango chutney. Josh had a burger.) Ironically, the last place I ever went on a date was at Kennedy School, and it went so poorly that I didn't go on another date until 3 1/2 years later when I met Josh.
3. Josh talking to every single person who happened to share an elevator with us the entire weekend.
4. Eating dinner in bed one night while watching a movie.
5. Me feeling lousy all day (May have had something to do with the five drinks I put back the night before.) while shopping at the Washington Town Square, alongside what felt like every single, solitary person who lives in the state of Oregon. As if mall-shopping weren't already bad enough - just add unbearable holiday crowds and a hangover.
6. Josh agreeing that one day (when we're old, don't have any children and have hit the lotto) that we can lease an apartment, right in the heart of some cool city (which has been something I've wanted to do since the first time I saw a big city when I was 17.) The only way I could get him to agree though was to tell him that he could pick a non-liberal city, which means that all large cities on the West Coast are out of the running.
7. Asking Josh if we should "Yelp" (which means finding a restaurant on Yelp) only to have him start making really loud yelping noises in the Target parking lot.
8. Watching Josh walk down to the end of the bar at Ruth's Chris's Steakhouse to strike up a conversation with a really old, sad looking gentleman that we were both feeling sorry for, and feeling like maybe I have never loved my husband more than I did in that very second. Turns out the guy was kind of an as$h@!#, but that's besides the point.
9. Josh's never-ending enthusiasm over the free breakfasts at our hotel.
10. My jaw dropping to the ground repeatedly at the comedy club.
11. Josh singing an impromptu, comedic song about falafel's.
13. Reminiscing over past Christmas shopping trips to Portland.
14. Talking about how cool it would be if we owned a construction company or some other kind of business where we could employ homeless people (after talking to a group of homeless guys that clearly needed a break in life.)
15. Josh ordering fried chicken and waffles at midnight from a street vendor and me making him order collard greens too, just because I wanted to know what they were.
16. Spinach Au-gratin from Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, two nights in a row for me. (I used to get embarrassed ordering nothing but Spinach Au-gratin from such a fancy joint, but I'm over that now.)
I'm going to take a bit of time off since the holidays are underway - will be back on January 1st though.
Hope your Christmas is beautiful.