guess who's hot? but not really

Not to brag or anything (okay, yes, to brag) but the Treasurelicious website has me in their scroll bar of Who's Hot - you should go there right this instant so as not to miss me. Or maybe I'm the only one who cares; do what you want. But the other cool thing is that right above & below me are fellow Portland-area blogesses, Cami Kaos and Miss Burrows (who, by the way, haven't yet DEMANDED that Fountains of Wayne come to town; I know this because the 3 people who have are me and people related to me. And they think I'm kind of pathetic, which I suppose rather diminishes my hotness quotient).

Moving on. If you've looked at my very HOT list of treasures, you'll notice Franco Sarto shoes (alongside the much-maligned Crocs; I ignore all the haters with sore feet). They are always of superb quality and are quite comfortable for a dressy shoe. I have been fortunate to be able to feed my addiction find them at Nordstrom Rack as well as many Goodwill stores. My latest discovery worthy of a public happy dance are these snazzy Mary Janes:

Only $4.99! See how they love me?

I wore them out on the town for Stu's birthday celebration. I love that sassy little flare at the bottom of the chunky heel. I think they'll look particularly adorable with a skirt, when it stops SNOWING here. My feet froze a bit last night in the name of fashion.

We went to Bluehour for drinks & appetizers before dinner. I took notes:

Because that's what geeky blogging English teachers do when they go out. The 'Sunny Day' was their specialty cocktail and it was fantastic - a Lemon Drop with a splash of orange juice and vanilla vodka; note I was tempted to order it for infinity.

The bathroom had an opaque door and was nearly pitch dark inside - clearly the typical clientele likes to maintain an illusion of looking good, because you couldn't possibly touch up make-up or fish spinach out of your teeth in there. I'm not sure why there was even a mirror (spanning the entire wall across from the toilet, by the way).

But the food was delicious (they had fried olives! For $1!) and filling, without draining our bank account. My best friend Jen & I contemplated the mysterious ball of cheese on the Butcher's Board; our contemplation turned into a bit of a competitive argument. It looked like mozzarella but had very little flavor. Jen maintained that is what fresh mozzarella tastes like but I said I had tasted fresh mozzarella before. Finally we asked a waiter who explained it was a house-made mozzarella (he was then rather rudely interrupted by Jen's victorious HA!) or 'burrata,' which is a type of mozzarella but sort of different, and so I claimed partial rightness. That is how I play. Surprising I have any friends at all, really.

This morning we had massages in our hotel room (oh the decadence). I was afraid my masseuse would refuse service to my icy corpse-like feet but she was gracious and wonderful. Then my man & I set out for the Portland Saturday Market, which is typically a delightful way to spend a spring afternoon in the Pacific Northwest. But today? It was barely 50 degrees with sprinkling rain and a zany burst of HAIL. Grrr. And any other day in the market I see at least four stalls selling funky handknit gloves, but today? Nada. Though the atmosphere is always a treat and there are lots of cool treasures, I had to keep moving briskly in order to maintain my hotness.

Sizzzzle.