I just turned twenty-three, also known as the most anticlimactic age besides 34 or 47; however it goes without saying that this has been the most “climactic” birthday of my life (besides my 9th…what can I say I like to go hard on the soft years)
Considering that this may have been the first year post age five that I was not stuck in a summer cottage in Finland with only moose and baby reindeer as potential friends, I decided to make a sort-of-big-deal out of the fateful August day commemorating my birth and instead celebrate for an entire week…or month…plus according to my friend, Scott: birthday festivities only end when I say they do.
I am of course also ignoring any chronological ordering in this post and would like to keep it light on the wording. Among the locations frequented (though not all featured)- only Portland’s best: Gruner, Kask, Teardrop, Fish Sauce, Departure, Rontoms, Simpatica Dining Hall, Oven and Shaker, Andina, Riffle, Clyde Common, and Laurelhurst Market
The Next Day…
I woke up with my glitter eyeliner still intact and the tiara tangled in my split ends. As would be natural instinct, I lingered in bed for a good while prior to meeting up with Anne and David for a subpar lunch in a subpar restaurant followed by several hours of NW frolicking/bumming around with frozen pineapple and rose in Anne and Erica’s respective apartments (essentially westside apartment hopping). Since it was a good 102 degrees outside, I also took an ice bath in Anne’s bathtub while she so dutifully created a Facebook album entailing some of the fore-featured photographs
After Anne spent a good twenty minutes applying glitter to my eyelids, we headed over to Fish Sauce to see our favourite bartender in the entire universe for some chicken and skills
Following our meat and libations, we headed over to Rontoms on the east side of town where I got to see my dear friend, Jahnavi and befriend a crew of people dressed in golf attire. I also got away with pretending that it was my 30th birthday and that I was wearing a tiara because it also happened to be my bachelorette party…clearly I was confused between having cougar or ‘girl’s night’ motives
The next day (also the day of my actual birthday) began with birthday brunch at Simpatica Dining Hall; a joint celebration with my fellow birthday-sharer, Kelsey:
Post Birthday Brunch: Erica and I ran (well, actually drove) back to Anne’s apartment for me to re-iron my cheapy fabric polka dot frock (I unconventionally wore a Swedish kimono as I did so…by unconventional i mean i used the arms to make it strapless since it was about 110 degrees Fahrenheit). After that and some coconut water, we walked down to the Pearl District to continue the day’s festivities at Andina:
Since Andina is awesome, I also got free dessert since it was my birthday (in case you have forgotten…)
The sangria was sweet and refreshing and had delightful chunks of pineapple at the bottom of the pitcher which really would have been fabulous had I not still been stuffed from brunch.
We then frolicked down the street to Oven and Shaker and continued our very deep and personal discussion regarding our small/medium/large baggage (if you have watched the HBO show, Girls then you should get this reference). By around 5:30, Erica had to skidaddle home to clean her kitchen or something of the like while Anne and I headed over to Riffle
Anne and I made a friend at Riffle; it was a guy four days older than me who happened to overhear us discussing the contents of my refrigerator. He was a solo-traveler mixologist from southern California who may or may not have matched us in degree of bougie-ness…in fact it was my discussion of having “No food except for expired foie gras and reindeer coldcuts,” that caught his intrigue. How flattering. We ended up trying his marrow bones and crostini then inviting him to dinner with us at Clyde Common:
If this were to be the last small plate I would have pre-death, I would have no regrets (in terms of small plate choices obviously)
Also impeccable; Anne and I even let our new friend taste it and we could tell he regretted getting full off of all those marrow bones he enjoyed at Riffle. Besides great food, we did well at striking up some riveting conversation- mostly the usual topics of discussion: dealbreakers and principles. New friend’s biggest dealbreaker was a girl who refuses to take public transportation. Obviously we are not meant for each other…
JOKES! I totally would take public transport if I didn’t live in the suburbs and have a lot of spare outfits to carry around.
Overall, it was a pleasant weekend. Anne gave new friend her business card (naturally) and we parted ways and wished him luck in his future endeavors.
What did you do for your birthday this year?
Do you travel/eat out alone?
If you had to choose a “Last Small Plate,” what would it be?