Cocktails With the Mayor of Portland

Some recounted activities:

Friday: The date! It's contents: a bouquet of purple/white flowers, a facial shave (hopefully this doesn't need clarification, but the facial shave was by Ben), sweaters, Belly, a Gilmore Girl moment, PBR, $3.00 movie tickets, Michael Cera revolting, and a late-night headache.

Saturday: I picked Melinda up from the airport. Oh, a beautiful sight! I tried to impress her with my Portland road map knowledge, but alas after driving around lost for 45 minutes I got out Maria. She got us back on the right track. We celebrated her arrival to Portland by celebrating Dane's birthday with him and Ben. I got him an Ear-resistible (which actually was irresistible) Easter chocolate bunny and a Van Gogh pun birthday card. The group of us went to Vendetta and brought in the birthday and Portland arrival with a few beers.

Sunday: A big day for Ben. And his hair.
Before:


What do we think? We like! And, for those curious, he took the cut like a man. There was no blubbering or clinging to the last hopeful strands of hair. Also, the barber intimated that I was an unfair girlfriend for making him get the ole snippity snip. What?! No way! While Ben was hanging out at the gallows M and I walked around Alberta street and fell in love with the fabric store. I wish I was creative and since I'm not I'm buying material and commissioning my artistic friend (Melinda) to make me wallets & coats. The evening was filled with Tim Burton and Alice and 3D glasses. We look awesome in 3D glasses.


After:
Monday: Melinda and I spent the day walking. Yes, all day. And the clothing I chose for the day was ill-advised (note for future cold days: wear more layers). The remedy for my goosebumps and chattering teeth was a cheap, cheap pretty red coat. Melinda was introduced to Powell's and she "freaking loved it." In fact, so much that she mentioned a future proposal. Shockingly the entire afternoon/evening/next three days were not spent in this book store. The very same book store that a favorite author of mine said, "If heaven turns out to be something like Powell's, I wouldn't complain too much." We managed to get out in a two hour chunk of time and nine books between the two of us (which means our credit cards were feeling pretty okay). We got cocktails and sweet potato chips at JO; we had cocktails with the mayor of Portland, Sam Adams (who apparently is rather scandalous with 17 year old boys--he didn't talk about that to us though). Okay, by "had cocktails with the mayor of Portland" it was more like he was sitting at the bar with an olive drink about five feet away from us. Oh, and previous to finding out his identity Melinda was like, "Who is that guy? Everyone is waving and shaking his hand. Is he like the mayor or something?" HE WAS. I now have a gateway into Portland politics.