You have just witnessed what happens when the Universe uses forgetfulness and impatience to help with the transformation process. Yes, a bit of an absence – and in the middle of the Portland story. Well, this is life.
We continued from an amazing (and by amazing I mean jaw dropping, eye rolling, exclamation making) breakfast to head to wine country. We had to stop at the popular White Rose, where we reenacted my
dragon pose.
But then I had to go to the bathroom. And it was quite a process. This lovely little box of a building. It is a bit like a vault from the door perspective and after struggling with the giant floor lock I turned to find lots of pretty sinks and decor. I almost set my purse in the bath – fortunately I didn’t because a few moments later Frances told me how interesting she thought the urinal was. WHAAAA?
And it got a bit cold and drizzly on that hill, so we had to dance about. And then I turned to see a hill with giant vats. WINE! I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry.
White Rose was packed so we did not get in enjoy private time with the attractive and heavily accented server (who treated us to an extra little taste last time). I was also disappointed to find the cute Asian group milling about was actually just a bunch of Americans.
Down the hill a bit to Du Ponte. With a delicious Melon (pronounced Ma-loan) wine. And the server put up with our craziness with such grace. Especially when one of exclaimed how much we didn’t like “it” – and he thought perhaps we meant the wine. We did not. Bottles were actually purchased. It was lovely. And then we played outside a bit because the sun was breaking through. And because the wind wouldn’t cooperate with our efforts to hang the camera from a hook for a group picture a nice gentleman was picked out from the tasting room to capture this wonderful moment.
And then to SHOPPING.
Cupcake Couture, in McMinnville.. and really the big reason I wanted to go back became a whirlwind of attractive women putting on a fashion show. Unfortunately, Samantha, the adorable and smart owner, wasn’t around, but we left our love. And I know we’ll be back.
Now for more food from the great McMenamin’s in the Oregon Hotel (yes the one with the painting Frances hates, Mulder in the bath, but is one of my favourites I’ve ever seen in my entire life). And beer was to be had and trying to track down appropriate men (preferably hot and unsuspecting) for eye entertainment. Only a couple and they were smoking on the balcony and it was too cold and windy for me to brave it.
Back to the car on to our way for girlie mani/pedis with some of Frances friends. I’m the one with the Hunter Orange polish (thank you, Katie, for the amazing color pick, I can’t wait to get some for my personal use).
And then to a martini bar and more food like yummy Parmesan fries. Mmmmm.
And another bar and a few more drinks and then to the hotel and more food and drinks. Now, I could have done without the extra food, but my oh my the most deliciously too young bus boy was working. You know, the dashing kind that make you think of fox hunting and Burberry advertisements. With the most glorious eyebrows I have ever seen. He didn’t dare make eye contact with our group of voracious (and lecherous, thanks to me) women, but it didn’t stop him from hanging out on our side of the bar and chuckle at our conversation. I named him “Eyebrows”, which is now also the name of my new pet.
so MWAH! I'll fill you in on Spring Break with Aurora soon!
