Saturday, April 2nd, 2016.
Portland, OR
It’s 9am and I am slowly crawling out of bed in my Portland
motel room. I drove in late last night from a Seattle work trip and booked the
cheapest hotel room I could find. It looks even grosser in the harsh morning
light. I quickly get dressed, pack my bag and am back in my rental car. It’s
a blue Subaru and it’s freaking awesome.
My first order of business is brunch with Katie, one of my
long lost AmeriCorps friends. I have not seen Katie in 10 years, but I am not
nervous at all.
We meet for brunch at a small café in the Northeast part of town. I recognize her immediately and we get right down business. When I last saw Katie she was a recent college grad with a Masters in Biology; now she is a middle school guidance counselor. I am very happy to hear that she absolutely loves her job! I don’t know any teachers, so I have a lot of questions, which she answers calmly and honestly. She is making her career sound very fun and now I am feeling jealous. Soon the conversation turns over to boys. We are both unmarried and dating on Tinder. We are also both having great online dating experiences.
We meet for brunch at a small café in the Northeast part of town. I recognize her immediately and we get right down business. When I last saw Katie she was a recent college grad with a Masters in Biology; now she is a middle school guidance counselor. I am very happy to hear that she absolutely loves her job! I don’t know any teachers, so I have a lot of questions, which she answers calmly and honestly. She is making her career sound very fun and now I am feeling jealous. Soon the conversation turns over to boys. We are both unmarried and dating on Tinder. We are also both having great online dating experiences.
After brunch we make a trip to my old neighborhood,
Hawthorne. I haven’t lived in Portland since 2007 but my old neighborhood is
exactly as I remember it. We go to Powell’s so that I can buy a new book and
then we finally succumb to the bar. It is after noon, so it's okay.
Katie takes me to a little bar on Morrison where we sit outside (the weather is uncharacteristically awesome) and I order a beer cocktail. I have forgotten how awesome beer cocktails can be and feel sad that I never see them in Los Angeles. After 2 rounds of afternoon drinks we walk back over to my rental, stopping at Powell’s again so that I can buy a copy of Kafka on the Shore, a book that comes highly recommended by Katie. Next I drop her off at her house, vowing to stay in better touch.
Katie takes me to a little bar on Morrison where we sit outside (the weather is uncharacteristically awesome) and I order a beer cocktail. I have forgotten how awesome beer cocktails can be and feel sad that I never see them in Los Angeles. After 2 rounds of afternoon drinks we walk back over to my rental, stopping at Powell’s again so that I can buy a copy of Kafka on the Shore, a book that comes highly recommended by Katie. Next I drop her off at her house, vowing to stay in better touch.
My next stop is downtown Portland. My long time travel buddy, Laura, is just finishing up a work conference and is ready to see the town. We are
both here on our works’ dime and intend to make the most of it! As I pull up to
our hostel/hotel I see Laura sneaking out of the front door and making a
beeline for the bar next door. I yell across the street for her to stop. She is
happy to see me and turns back around to walk me to the hotel room (To be fair
she just completed a 3 day conference on book publishing, so she really needs a
beer!).
Unsolicited, I explain to Laura know that the real Portland is located east of the river. She is agreeable so we hop in the
Subaru and are off. Katie has suggested that we check out Mississippi Ave,
so that’s where we go. We drive around for a few minutes and finally locate a
very lively strip of stores, restaurants, and bars with a small brewing district
at the end. To the breweries!
As we enter the brewery district, we see a place called
Spin; it looks promising. Upon closer inspection it turns out to be a laundromat / bar. We actually consider ordering a beer, but it smells too much like
soap. Onward.
We end up at Ecliptic Brewing. We quickly find a table
outside and I order a pilsner with some snacks and Laura orders a beer sampler.
She gets one sip of my pilsner and I get one
sip of each of her 5 tastings. We enjoy the weather and catch up on life. Laura
has recently moved in with her boyfriend and I am being super nosy. Laura obliges my curiosity.
Eventually we continue our tour to a bar called Liberty
Glass. It is quintessential Portland and I immediately love it. We finish our
tour of Mississippi Ave at one of my personal favorites, the White Eagle. This
is the first bar that I ever visited in Portland (a trip that resulted in me
living in Portland for almost 3 years).
The sun is starting to set and we are both starving. I
decide that Laura has to see the Kennedy School (its an old elementary school
that has been converted in a bar-restaurant-pool-movie-theater building.
It’s as wonderful as I remember and we both enjoy our dinner.
Laura is starting to look tired, but I push for one more stop at the Backstage to play shuffleboard. The Backstage is my all time favorite bar and we both rally for one last round.
Around 11pm we head back to the hotel. We fall asleep immediately. I have committed to taking Laura to the airport at 7am in the morning and we are both beat.
Laura is starting to look tired, but I push for one more stop at the Backstage to play shuffleboard. The Backstage is my all time favorite bar and we both rally for one last round.
Around 11pm we head back to the hotel. We fall asleep immediately. I have committed to taking Laura to the airport at 7am in the morning and we are both beat.
