A Day In Portland

Some of the best days in life start out with the words, “Let’s go to Portland.”

At 8 am on a Sunday morning, it may seem like I’m hallucinating, but no, Jay is actually saying the words.

Quick Change Dot is ready in five seconds and away we go.

I-5 South to Portland is full of interesting fellow travelers.

We have brunch at Mother’s. An appropriately crowded restaurant on Father’s Day.

I just like how The Oregonian didn’t even bother to come up with a name. We are a newspaper. We print. Ergo, we are Printing Press Park.

We stumble on the city’s annual Pride Parade! Lots of lace, lots of tulle, lots of make-up. And that’s just on the men.

Jay thought he’d died and gone to heaven when we find Powell’s Technical Bookstore, where I spy these First Generation Blasts from the Past in a corner. If it weren’t for the fact I was falling asleep by the C++ programming aisle, Jay would have stayed a couple more minutes.

Jay in the Pearl district, an up and coming Soho-esque neighborhood. We saw a ground floor three-bedroom apartment going for 1.2 million. Dollars. U.S.

We walk into an awesome gallery with cool illustrations and a photo exhibition on gamers and their avatars. All I can say is, 80 hours a week gaming is unreal.

Portland has way better public transportation than Seattle.

Jay filling up for the second time in a day. We spent 100 bucks on gas.

The next time we wake up and decide we want to go to Portland, I think we better check out the gas prices first.