Portlandia

So...where to start? We landed in the land of Portland on Thursday evening. We were both anxious and excited at the same time. My amazing/forgetful boyfriend received a phone call (luckily, while we were still in the PDX airport) that he had forgotten his wallet on the plane (XD). I didn't mind, but I felt bad for Erik because it stressed him out.

We took a taxi (expensive) to our hotel. It was small and modern. There were organic bath products in the bathroom. It was weird and cute lol. After unwinding a bit, we took a night stroll down Burnside (by our hotel and a main vein in Portland) and ate some delish Thai food. Just saying, curry is the tittays; and Erik's pad thai was amazing.

Also. Didn't know thai coffee existed (and I'm a pretty big advocate of the spicy-sweet food that is Thai).

Shortly after, we went back to our hotel and slept the night away.

Next morning, we ate some bagels, drank the MOST DELICIOUS TODDY OF MY LIFE and were then off to explore. We ended up in the Pearl district, explored Powell's city of books, checked out Portland's Buffalo Exchange, then made our way to Voo Doo Donuts. I expected an awful line but it wasn't too bad at all. We ordered 4 donuts(2 voodoo dolls, 1 maple blunt, and 1 gay bar) and ate 2 (thee voodoo dolls :}). After that adventure, we headed to closest light rail stop to make our way to THE EEAASSST. The East contained Erik's old friend (and ex lover) Jasmine. I was worried I would feel weird about the "ex lover" thing, but it wasn't weird at all. The boyfriend loves me and Jasmine was cool and not awkward.

BUT ANYWAYS.

After that we went to eat pizza (extra good) and went to the Portland Art Museum. I saw some Kirchner, Smith, and Monet. I have never seen art that famous before. It kind of blew the fuck out of my mind. I was really excited and ran all over the museum while snobby art-goers glared at me. I didn't care. Then I explained expressionism to Erik because I needed him to understand my enthusiasm. Lol. I also found out that Erik likes Asian art more than European art while I'm the exact opposite. After the museum we walked back to to the hotel in the rain. It was cold and mostly uphill (exhausting) but I didn't care because I got to hold hands with my sweetheart while we pretended to be art critics (we hate a lot of modern art).

The next day we woke up early and got more bagels and coffee (this was our breakfast all 3 mornings). We then walked back to the hotel to plan out our day but got side tracked with napping (I was actually sick the entire time in Portlandia, and I still am). After, we went shopping (YAY). Erik bought some sexy shoes and pants, while I bought THE MOST beautiful dress in the entire world. I was originally searching for a purse, got side tracked with the dress and didn't plan on getting a purse afterall. Then, we stopped in this little boutique when, BAM, the most beautiful purse in the world. I got stupid giddy over it, realized I had no money, and told the guy I couldn't afford it (sad face). The nice old man asked me what I would take it for and I told him it was beautiful but I couldn't. Then, my perfect boyfriend bought it for me. Happy Birthday to me. He's cute.

Also. In the middle of our shopping, we stopped at a tea house and there was a girl with a sloth. It was wearing people clothes and she kept kissing it. It was weird and cute.

Then, we got all sexied up to go out to dinner. We took the train East and went to the Oyster Bar. There were a lot of hobos out in the area at night. We ate really good crab and shrimp cocktail and a bunch of fried seafood. We walked towards Chinatown, afterward, and saw a whole block of hobo tents (sadface). I realized I'm quite sensitive. Erik and I talked a lot about homeless people, pretty much, the entire trip. We got back to the hotel, drank some beers, and got some much needed down time.

Next morning, we ate more bagels, said goodbye to beautiful Portland, hopped on a plain and headed home.

The trip was amazingly beautiful. We walked a lot. We ate a lot. And I have the best love in the world.