[Field of Floral Dreams]

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Peter and I drove up to La Conner for the Tulip Festival. I give him props for agreeing to do that, but I also think he likes taking long drives, plus we ate really good food. AND it’s not like I dragged him into any antique shops or anything…oh wait…

It was a gloriously sunny day across the western half of Washington. I’m sure you can relate to the feeling of the sun on your skin and face, even though your face is covered in skin, after a long, dreary winter. It’s like your whole body and soul is rejuvenated and reborn. That might be a slight exaggeration, but it’s a pretty good feeling regardless. We stopped at one of the many tulip fields and just walked around the rows and rows of yellow and red flowers basking in the sun.

If I haven’t told you already, then you should know, I’m a flower fiend. Between April and October you can almost always find fresh cut flowers or some other form of plant life in my apartment or office at work. They make everything better, and these fields of tulips in full bloom were no exception. I couldn’t go more than 30 seconds without smiling. Peter kept asking me what was up, and I just kept telling him I was happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to be surrounded by flowers, and happy the sun was out.

After that detour we headed into “downtown” La Conner, which is really just a “Main St.” There were a handful of shops, lots of food options, and a bountiful amount of sexy cars which kept Peter’s head turning every couple of feet. We walked up and down the streets for a while and then headed to a restaurant that Peter’s mom had suggested. If I can avoid veggie burgers at restaurants I usually do because 9 times out of 10 it’s a frozen patty that really isn’t that good. There was plenty for me to choose from, but something was telling me to get a veggie burger, so I did, with caramelized onions and Tillamook cheddar cheese. No joke, best veggie burger I have ever had in my entire life, including ones that I’ve made from scratch. It was crunchy on the outside and flavorful and soft on the inside, but it didn’t fall apart, which is the problem I had with the ones I’ve tried to make. Every bite made me close my eyes with pleasure. If I was turned on by food, this veggie burger wouldn’t have had to try very hard to get me to go home with it. I mean, seriously.

We left after my affair with the veggie burger and walked back to the car to head home. Besides the traffic we hit, it was a pretty flawless day. I’d be happy with a couple of days like that a year, but I’ve been lucky to have far more a couple so far this year. 2014 is shaping up to be pretty amazing.

 

– S

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[085] Portlandia

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Ah, Portlandia. Where the dream of the 90s is still alive.

Seriously though, it’s nice, but I don’t think I like it as much as Seattle. It’s really just a smaller version of Seattle with weirder people; today I saw a girl who was wearing a tail. It was weird stuff…see for yourself.

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Besides the extra weirdness Caroline and I left around 9:30 and made it to Portland around 1. We went to see her friend’s MFA show and then he took us up to see his studio space! After that, we went to lunch at Sweet Hereafter which actually only serves vegan food. I was a little hesitant, but I got the Steve Martin sandwich (jerk seasoned tofu, grilled pineapple, kale slaw, miso mayo on a chibata roll) and was amazed at how delicious it was.

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After that, we ran a little errand (Caroline needed to get a gift for her best friend that’s getting married next week) and then we headed to Voodoo Donuts and just kept driving when we saw the length of the line. Another drive by happened at Voodoo Donut Too where the line was just as long…next time I guess. All in all I’d say it was a nice first trip to Portland. Caroline and I decided next time we should plan out more 🙂

As soon as I got home I washed, and then put a mask on my face, heated up the chocolate lava cake I received as payment for babysitting last night, and half took off my bra. You might be asking yourself, “How could she possibly only take her bra off half way?” And to that I would respond, “I unhooked the clasps but couldn’t get the straps off because of the shirt I was wearing and because I had that mask on my face I couldn’t get the shirt off. I pulled the cups out of my shirt, and it’s now hanging on the outside, with the straps still around my arms.” I’m not even sure if that paints a good enough picture of how weird Portland made me, but think ‘wearing a backpack in front’ status.

 

– Stephanie

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