a day late. I know you’re all mad at me because all morning you’ve been sitting at your cube, longing for another day of sunshine and margaritas, and have no blog update from your favorite curly haired Greek. It’s really quite tragic. Since most of you employed types are rocking the three day work week, I think you’ll survive just fine. 
WHO: My wonderful redheads, mentioned a few posts down. My two fabulous friends from college popped in Pdx for some good beer, roses, and shopping conmigo. Whitney, internet madame extraordinairee, arranged a “tweet-up” for the avid Twitter users in the Portland-metro area. You’d be surprised how many people showed up to Hop Works to mingle. The internet is a really amazing thing. Just a few years ago, it was all taboo to even meet people that way, now it’s a main mean of social networking, and especially dating. Strano, no?
If you’re planning on heading to HUB, I highly recommend the ESP. I had four and housed an entire plate of Nachoized fries. While not disco fries, they were quite tasty.
If you feel like joining twitter, or just twitter stalking me, you can do so HERE.
WHAT: My really new awesome necklace, which I purchased on a whim at a little boutique called Oxalis in Nob Hill with the reds last friday. Parking in this area of town can be especially heinous, but Jojo did a bang up job squeezing their rented Impala into a spot that would hardly fit a Smart Car in front of this adorable shop on our way to the St. Honore Bakery. We popped in on our way back to the car and I was instantly in love with this tiny piece of glass on a silver chain that fits snugly into the little divot of my collar bone. It’s also a nice reminder for me to calm the hell down at any given time.
My bf’s comment? “Wow, you’re turning into a little hippie, aren’t you?” Be not afraid, my east coast friends, I will neither stop shaving or using deodorant, nor will you ever catch me with anything resembling patchouli oil. I have standards.
More importantly, what did we eat at the Bouglangerie?? I had the Chèvre Chaud (aka, salad with smoked duck and goat cheese,) while Whit and Jo had the Brie Bartlett Pannini and the Brie Sammich. We also shared the cranberry nut roll and the Normandy Apple Toast. Go there and eat, but be prepared to fight to the death with a pregnant lady with stroller for a table, especially outside on a nice day.
Where: To the future! I, being the wonderful and amazing girlfriend that I am, saturated myself in sunblock, packed a lunch and headed to the ‘burbs to watch the great bf play in a co-ed softball tournament for work. He somehow convinced Joe, the new husband of my mezzo counterpart, to also run around the sun, so I at least had someone with whom I could deep fry in the record breaking June heat. We left after two games (it was five hours later and they had batted a collective four times and played about five innings.) Where did we go? Certainly not to either of our UN-air conditioned apartments. Hells no. We went to the movies. And what did we see?
and oh, man! It was awesome!! The theater was totally packed and we had to sit in the front row. Not ideal, but I would have stood for the entirety. In heels. Or those evil shoes that gave me oozing blisters. I loved it. I’m fighting the urge to run to a toy store and buy some tiny replica to stick on the ever-shit-accumulating dashboard of my car.
These dudes in Germany really loved it too, because look what they did to their old game cube… That’s pretty awesome.
Some people are a little upset because they think Pixar ripped off Johnny-5 or ROB, but lets face it, he’s really adorable and you want one to turn all of your crap into a cube, too.
When 
ays ’til I…
Go to Ashland, OR to meet everyone my boyfriend has ever known at his high school reunion and play with four really awesome dogs: 2
Go to San Diego, CA to hang with my brother and sis-in-law, play with their cats, play on the beach, and watch my friend Tom from High School get married: 11
Go to New York, NY to see my family, eat famously delicious carbs, drink perfect $20 martinis, buy a new hot dress, get groped on public transportation, and enjoy some quality time with my friends: 22
Have Traviata learned and put to bed, damnit: 23
Go to Israel with Whitney to have a biblical experience and a bitchin’ tan, while making sure the freckled one doesn’t come back resembling a lobster: 27
Go to Pittsburgh, PA to eat Pamelas crepe-style pancakes and potatoes, play with some penguins, and watch my two friends get married in Heinz Hall: 46.
How: On airplanes, DUH.
Why: Because it’s the first summer I’ve had in a LONG time.
