What a truly fantastic weekend! Every once in a while I’ll have an excellent weekend where I get to fulfill my need for social attention, creativity, adrenaline, and adventure. I began my weekend adventures by meeting a friend who had just returned from France for a year. We met at the Lucky Lab, which allows minors until a certain hour. There were quite a few other dancer friends there as well. The beer there was quite excellent, and I’m sure that with an ID I will return there again. Tragedy struck, however, once we were returning to our cars, and I realized that I had not only left the keys in the ignition, but I had also left the lights on and drained my battery down to about nothing. After a mild freaking-out moment, I came to see how awesome my friends are. Twenty five minutes later, those who are the slightest car savvy had somehow worked their magic to make my car work again, while the rest stood with me on the side lines for moral support.
With that behind me, two others joined me at the Hawthorne food carts, or “Cartopia.” Let me tell you, these food carts have been somewhat of a lifeline for those of us who are not quite old enough to partake of the true Portland night-life scene. They’re open to 3am, or something ridiculous like that, so most of my post-tango adventures usually involve stopping here. While I usually go for the Potato Champion cart, which has the best french fries (and poutine, chili fries, and the most delectable–and personal favorite–satay and raspberry jam combo), I was feeling the crepe cart, Perierra Creperie. I love the crepes, both savory and sweet, as well as their milkshakes. If you’re willing to spend on a food cart what you would at a real dinner, then I would more than recommend this fantastic cart. While I can’t quite ever seem to remember the name, it’s unmistakable with the techno blasting with possibly the most pretentious hipsters in all of Portland calling out names of the customers. I happened to order a crepe with peanut butter, honey, cinnamon, and banana, as well as a honey-lavender milkshake. Both were truly to die for. What I loved in particular about Friday night was the great company that accompanied me to the cart, and the late-night stroll through Ladd’s Addition that followed.
Saturday was filled with a picnic in the middle of beautiful Washington Park. The weather was 80 degrees and completely sunny, which was so pleasing. The perfect amount of people showed up, all bearing delicious home-made dishes that couldn’t taste any better on such a lovely day. We spent the time playing soccer and frisbee, gossiping, and indulging in the sweet concoctions prepared by everyone. Once realizing how sunburned we were, we left the soccer field and hiked up the hill to the Intl. Rose Garden. We meandered through the lovely roses, witnessed a wedding, and kept engaging conversation. I wished it wouldn’t end, but some people have other obligations to fulfill…
That night, an old high-school friend of mine was hosting a Peter-Pan themed costume 20th birthday party. The very closest thing I could muster up last minute was a blue ensemble to attempt to be Wendy, though it was obvious that I hadn’t seen the movie in such a long time. I appreciated the slightly juvenile aspect of dressing up in a childhood Disney character. I had also forgotten why this friend and I used to be so close, and a good time was had by all.
Finally, I woke up this morning slightly late for a coffee date with another RA friend that I just haven’t been able to hang out with recently. I loved that we both had so much to catch up on, and before I knew it, two hours had passed.
I just barely got back from watching Florence & The Machine perform at McMenamin’s Edgefield with my mom and sister. Florence is such a charismatic woman, with all of the usual charm of a British woman. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her perform live. I had never been out to Edgefield to watch a concert before, though overall I’d say it was a positive experience. I had forgotten to wear clothes that were warm, and spent the entire time under my sister’s blanket. It was worth it, though. The food was good, the music pleasing and entertaining, and the company good.
All I can say is: summer, you are wonderful.