All You Have To Do

I just love this picture of me and Rachel

I know it's a little hard to believe you are going to get another post about the Portland girls' trip, but you are. I keep wanting to talk about how great it was, and in order to do that, I have to figure out what made it so great, and sometimes when I'm figuring things out, that involves a bunch of talking. It involves a lot of meandering thought, like I'm working through the emotional equivalent of a math problem. If you've been reading this blog for a while, really reading it, that will make sense to you. Remember the long post with the photo of Wolf Creek Pass? From the day I went to Durango?




So, about Portland. What is it that made me love that trip so much that I feel compelled to give you one last post about it? It could have been...

... just Portland. The cuteness, the good restaurants, the quirkiness, the shopping. It could have been...

... the Vodkatini, which was accompanied by my new Scorpio ring (why isn't every day the weekend? I want to wear the Scorpio ring every day!!), which was accompanied by dozens of tiny sweet Kumamoto oysters (making good progress on my goals!).

Or maybe it was...
.. the guy at Dante's, with the chaps and the lasso? No. Not him. So maybe...

... the PBR tall boy? Eh, I don't think so. The truth is, it was...

... the beautiful women. They're good, aren't they? We lived it up in Portland, with the good hotel room, the oysters, the fancy cocktails, the sunglasses at breakfast... but the best part about it all was that we really didn't need any of those things to have fun. The minute we got on the road we were having fun. Even when I spilled an entire latte all over Kirstin's brand new car, soaking my jeans and leaving me coatless for the weekend. I changed in the bathroom at a gas station on 99 while Rachel cleaned up the back seat with those blue paper towels they give you for your windshield, and we were still having fun.

Okay, at least I was.


Kirstin and Rachel made fun seem simple. All you need to do to have fun with them is show up. Show up and dance - even if you're in the car. I'm telling you. MJB!


XOXO
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