Friday, 5PM: Get off work, stop at Whole Foods Pearl District to stock up on frozen berries, kefir, and kale tahini salad; head home
5:58 PM: Shower and blowdry in 42 minutes flat- put on a pink/red/coral-hued dress…debate whether to wear flats (Vera Wang bejeweled peeptoes) or strappy pumps. Drive with the flats but bring the pumps along
7:00 PM: Pick up Yurop to drop off at the airport…decide to get dinner first- since I’m driving the choice is mine. Result: Bollywood Theater, a new chaat (Indian street food) eatery on NE Alberta
Conclusion: Yurop’s new favourite restaurant in Portland…and quite possibly a contender on my top five. Even though this place was started by an American who spent some time in Bombay, the flavours and quality and authenticity is phenomenal and I don’t even have to worry about getting ill. Plus kati rolls are the ultimate drunchie…considering the NE Alberta/21st location I wouldn’t be surprised if this place started doing late night hours in the near future
8:35 PM: Drop Yurop off at PDX, head back to Alberta area to meet up with Caitlin and Madison
9:00 PM: Sip on Cupcake and/or Gimlets and/or Stella, fix eyeliner 5-8 times
10:30 PM: Eventually more people come over…eventually we all go out…somehow get through the entire night reeking of Chanel (miniature clutch-friendly bottles of Coco Mademoiselle are the best thing to happen to humanity)
(unspecified time after 3AM): Get home having acquired somewhere between 8-12 new friends and a new bruise or two.
Saturday, 10:00 AM: Alarm. Coffee. Advil. Water. Bubble Bath. Probably wake up in a pink/red/coral dress. Put on a romper or some similarly unflattering outfit. Text 6-8 of my female friends while in the bathtub about brunch plans and abridged recaps of events that may have occurred between 10:30 PM- that unspecified time after 3AM
Noon: Acquire Madison, drive to Southeast for some good old Scandinavian brunch with Caitlin and Anne at Broder
Wait outside in the sun frantically sipping Stumptown and recounting hilarious events. Make comments on how each other person in our group looks SO MUCH MORE ALIVE; watch passerbys and make grossly detailed assumptions about their lives and the origin of their outfits
1:00 PM: Get to table. Hallelujah
Absolutely fantastic. And nostalgic since this may be the first summer of my life that I am not venturing back to the Father Land.
3:00 PM: Go home, take a nap (in unflattering romper or other outfit mind you), run the dishwasher, rejuvenate, decide to spend an obscene amount of time cleaning the dustballs inside my fan.
7:00 PM: Put on a silky summer dress and head back to Alberta…it’s probably someone’s birthday party and there’s probably the rest of my Cupcake (not the food) on Caitlin’s counter
12:45 AM: In the midst of the party, someone mentions they’re hungry, someone remembers that Pine State Biscuits is open for another fifteen minutes and voila, Caitlin, Madison, Sapphire and I are out of there faster than…(insert metaphor of choice).
12:56 AM: Gluttony at it’s finest…do excuse the grainy quality…as everyone knows among other things that no good pictures happen after 12:45 AM…
1:32 AM: Get home and get in bed…it’s an early-ish night
Sunday: No brunch. THANKFULLY.
12 Noon: Head to Costco with Anne; stock up on Advil, razors, Clicquot, kale, and spinach…then proceed to have a $3 lunch for two (yes…that is the combined total):
3 PM: Head to David’s house. It’s his birthday party and I’m one of the hostesses; proceed to help Kat makes cake balls, crush bread for breadcrumbs and wash leeks; did I mention this is a classy adult party?
6:00 PM: Peeps start showing up.
8:35 PM: By this point my friends from college and my friends from work have formed deep bonds, exchanged numbers and made plans for future brunches/concerts/wedding invitation invites.
1:36 AM: Roasted root vegetable munchies ensue and it is then realised that everyone living in the house is no longer awake. It’s time to go home.
1:57 AM: Tweet something about nipslips, have a tall glass of water and remember to remove my mascara
Monday, 10:00 AM: Wake up, Skype parents, do laundry, text the crew for life updates
12:00: While in the bathtub agree to Memorial Day brunch plans at Tasty N Sons at 1:30 PM
1:26 PM: Roll like a G to Snoop Dogg through Nopo (North Portland), park next to a pimped out Cadillac, put my name down at Tasty N Sons, proceed to tweet to look preoccupied
1:55 PM: Anne shows up and we get seated at the barstools and thankfully we already know exactly what to order
Phenomenal as always.
2:45 PM: Head home, take a nap
5:11 PM: Wake up from nap/anxiety nightmare about losing boarding pass at the Chanel counter at Duty Free, think it’s morning…then realise it’s…not.
6:00 PM: Cook myself dinner…caramelized onions with asparagus, ground beef, spices, tomato sauce and eat with corn wheat tortillas/avocado/pico de gallo/greek yoghurt/mexican cheese. How I am still hungry, je ne sais pas.
7:08 PM: Attempt to find clothes in my closet that can be classified as conservative and simultaneously worn in 110 degree weather. Fail immensely and head back to bed.
8:00 PM: Turn on TV for the first time in months to make up for any Monday night FOMO…end up watching the Bachelorette while simultaneously blogging and simultaneously having all the dessert items in my house in a plate (greek yoghurt with midnight moo chocolate sauce, Ghirardelli chocolate chips, a crumbled graham cracker and frozen strawberries)…I swear that’s the last time I’m eating this weekend.
9:35 PM: Good night, time for a new week…now that I’ve played hard…time to work hard
What did you do for Memorial Day weekend?
Do you tend to hang out with the same people weekend to weekend?
What do you wear to brunch?