My brother, Matt, came to Portland this weekend, with his adorable girlfriend, Aileen.
Their visit was a whirlwind of thrift stores and rummage sales and we saw very little of them but what we did see, was great fun.
Whilst M&A were off in distant towns, roller skating and buying This American Life paint by number kits, Leo and I were taking Thea for her first trip into downtown Portland to visit the Saturday Market (albeit, on Sunday.)
And while we were there, I was craving a hot dog, slathered in mustard.
Don't judge me.
Sunday, all the humans decided to see what sort of nightlife was available and Portland didn't let us down, though, admittedly, the crowds were much smaller than on a normal night out.
We had live Irish music, greasy eats and good beer, over at Kells
After that, we decided to do a little dancing at Boxxes, the club across the street from M&A's hotel. For some reason, two women came into the club, walked to the bathrooms, stripped to their unmentionables, and walked back out to mingle. After a few minutes, they put their dresses back on.
One wonders what necessity there was in going into the bathroom first.
There's also the general "why?" question that was running through my head.
But Leo and Matt didn't seem to mind.
After shaking our bonbons a bit, we all headed off to our respective accommodations.
There's a lot we didn't get to do while Matt and Aileen were here, so hopefully they'll be back soon. I'll even forgive Aileen for not liking dogs, since she is so crafty (in the good way) and fun.