I took my wife to the Hilton for Friday night. Turned out that the hot tub was in the OTHER building. And we weren't exactly going to go wandering downtown Portland in swim suits cruising for a hot tub. rats.
So, we went shopping instead. We hit Columbia Sportswear, and then stuffed our haul in the hotel room, and then went to eat at the hotel restaurant, Porto Mondo, or whatever. I had braised wild boar, she had a Ceasar's salad, I finished both. again, sigh.
We walked to the flagship Pendleton store, Only to find it had been closed for hours. whoops. so we hit Powells books instead. Some for me, some for her, and we found a couple for her son. Not that they will help him get a job or anything.
BY the time we got back to the hotel, my ankles were chewed up from the new shoes she bought me. Changed shoes and off the see Percy Jackson up in Pioneer Place. Funky theater, all right movie. They didn't screw up what we all know of Greek mythology.
Saturday morning , er afternoon after check out, we went over to Hawthorne to the Perfume House. We got soaps, perfumes yadda yadda yadda. We gonna stink REAL good for a year or so! lol
Drove through some of the nicer neighborhoods on the way south. Took Oatfield road, so we ended up at Latus Harley. More shirts for both of us, and she bought me a nice pocket watch.
Muno's bakery, and Burgerville, as they don't have those down here.
Sunday I took her to the local tavern for gambling, and drinks. I won, her son won, she didn't for a change. We share after jackpots. She was happy.
