Friday: our first real sunshine of the year. Thank you, sky gods, we needed that!
I didn't think to take a picture of it, though. Where was my head?
It looked kind of like the yolk below:
Oh, wait. Look! Behind the clown. Blue sky!
And Jim, wearing sunglasses for a reason other than coolness:
Aah. It was almost indescribably wonderful to get out in a little bit of sun. This year winter has really dragged. So, Friday: lunch at the food cart pod on Mississippi Ave (Portland is a mecca for awesome food carts, and this one is our favorite).
We went for Garden State.
The cured lemon chicken sandwich.
With chickpea fries.
It was good. A little salty, maybe. But good.
Coffee at Dogfeathers. Dogfeathers. tee hee.
After which, to make a good day GREAT: Powell's City of Books!
Do you know of legendary Powell's? People have been known to move to Portland just because of Powell's. It is an entire city block, four stories of books. It is ... not a city so much as a world.
It is just so much MORE than most bookstores. Since they have so much space, they can carry an author's entire list, and not just the most recent one or two titles, and they do. New and used are shelved together, so they have multiple editions of stuff too, several shelves to an author often. It's a book candy store. (Also: great website for ordering if you'd rather support and indie than Amazon, + their employees are unionized. And often a little surly and put-upon to go along with it. But still great!)
I liked this display, "Rolling over n her grave, the Horrors of Jane Austen ..."
The children's section is a whole quarter of one floor, with huge YA and Middle Grade, and this big open picture book room:
Loot o' the day picture (on which more next time):
Powell's is pretty big, guys, and one gets a little depleted in there, after which, I'm sure you understand, cupcakes are not an indulgence so much as a necessity. Lucky for all, just up the street: Cupcake Jones.
Mama-baby red velvets.
Look! Look! Notice anything strange about us? No coats!!
The day continued awesome, as after all of this, Jim and I dropped Clementine at my parents' house and went to see a movie! This is so rare. We just never go to movies anymore, alas, sigh, and we were both really excited to see Hanna, the new Joe Wright thriller starring Saoirse Ronan, who is an amazing young actress. So we went.
And damn it if it didn't completely suck. Such a bummer. If you see movies all the time, the occasional stinker isn't such a big deal, but if it's a rare treat, then it really sucks. It started off well, but it just degenerated into this trying-too-hard music-video style-y beatbox chase scene pastiche with the Lamest Villains Ever. First Cate Blanchett as a totally cardboard cut-out soulless b**ch, but she wasn't even the bad part.
There was one of these soft-spoken sadist types that bad guys sometimes go to when they need something unspeakable done--you know, the indispensable monster? This time it was the guy who played Mr. Collins in Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice (and was great in that) as a bleach-blonde German white-track-suit-and-eye-liner-wearing nightclub owner with minions and a sneer. And the minions were straight out of the 1980s, these mangy German skinheads in jeans and jackboots. They were all SO DUMB, and the DUMBEST part? As entirely un-bad-ass as they came across (especially track suit), Hanna the supposed human weapon couldn't seem to get them.
Oh, so much wrong. So so much. That only scratches the surface. I want to punch that movie in the stomach. No, I don't. I want to sit it in the corner in a dunce cap. And the reviews were really good and Joe Wright's previous movies have been so awesome! *stew stew*
Anyway, after that, a quick dinner at Teardrop, which is becoming a go-to for us. It's a small, beautiful bar in the Pearl District with a small, beautiful menu.
And that was our wonderful day of play! After which: back to work!
Hope YOU are having a good weekend!