Holy shit kids, it’s been a while and I’ve been a few places in that time.
Most notably, I spent what was just shy of a week in heaven. A place where water is plentiful, but so is beer, wine and anything else you choose to drink. I was on a personal quest to find an IPA that was better than our local Hop Rising. That is correct, I was on a mission to find a beer that could beat a Utah beer. I know that may sound funny to any of you from the elsewheres, but we have some pretty damn good beers here, you just need to know where to look. Anyway, I failed.
Not that I didn’t try with everything I have but I did fail, even with this as my playing field.
I have to confess that, even though it happens rarely, I was caught off guard by this wall of beer. I just stood there contemplating the sight. And more, I had no idea which one to grab. Unfortunately I didn’t have the funds or the time to try them all. This was also our first day there and I knew we were to be at the Brewer’s Fest on Friday so I only bought two. Both were good.
Damn, I do love me some Full Sail…
But nay, we were there for more things than beer. Although I can’t remember what those were… We did see a lot of people rocking some serious love on their two-wheeled love machines. I kicked myself so many times that my ass was bruised for not bringing any MCA stickers along with me. Not sure where my head was on that one.
Oh yea that’s right bikes, fucking everywhere. The Berg kept saying, “Check out that lady, she’s wearing heals on her bike.” Yup, it was pretty cool.
And then there was the food. Everything organic, everything local, everything fucking amazing. They have food carts. I haven’t bought road side food since the last time I set foot in Latin America which was wayyyy too long ago. I had some road side Pad Thai that was almost as good as Benja’s and a shit load less expensive. Yummmmmmyyyy.
You may have noticed all the extra letters that I have been using. Those are the equivalent of gratuitous exclamation points but you must remember, Jose Cuervo is to blame.
Moving on.
So in short, Portland was pretty amazing. If I was to make an effort to live somewhere that wasn’t SG or Chile it would most definitely be Portland. No contest.
The photographic evidencial (yup just made that up) proof;
Anywaysss, I have been back for a few days now and I still can’t get caught back up. And I haven’t ridden my bike yet. Hope to do that tomorrow.
P. L. and R.