portlandish behavior

Stu drove us in the Cobra because - surprise! - it was sunny this weekend.

I know most of the United States understands that it's almost summer, but the Pacific Northwest has always been a bit rebellious about the seasons.

Over the river and across the bridge(s)

into Portland we went.

Here is a couch in our hotel room that we never used but isn't it super cute?!

Adorable kitchenette, also never used.

But I looked through all the cupboards anyway and kind of wished I felt like baking something.

It was really hot and we had to walk a bunch of blocks to our massage.

But we stopped on the way back for iced coffee & a crepe with bacon.
Everything's better with bacon.

There was a garage sale RIGHT NEXT TO OUR HOTEL!

I got a stack of Thrasher magazines [FOR FREE!] for my boy students and a cornucopia of Sharpies in every color.

Stu had to hold all the Thrasher magazines, and wait in the sun.

We changed into our very fancy "going out" clothes to hit as many Happy Hours as humanly possible. (Only two, as it turns out).

Then this morning? The angels sang.

Seriously, there was some kind of "Hallelujah" music playing when we went into the store.

My cupcake was like a piece of heaven.

And there was much rejoicing.