A long weekend in Portland, visiting friends, exploring the lush and rambling Japanese Garden, lazing in bookshops and loading up in boutiques, and discovering the youngest is an unexpected hustler.
Whoever said getting there was half the fun had a transporter
Last week Mike and I finally got OFF our collective asses and decided to spend a little time ON ’em: a week on the beach, just us and the girls renting a cottage on the rugged, majestic Oregon Coast. It was the perfect getaway: for weeks, I’d envisioned our sun-washed days of building sandcastles and…
Ortliebs, meet my friend RALPH.
Just look at this face: Precious, right? So trusting, so innocent, yes? Because that’s the face that over the course of a single week laid waste to four generations of family, a week that will heretofore live in infamy as Ortlieb Annual Family Reunion: VomitCon ’08.
My own private Guadalcanal
This Friday, we leave for the annual Ortlieb family reunion, scheduled this year for the North Carolina coast. The extended Ortliebs are smart, funny, easy-going and damned good looking, and I expect nothing less than an amazing, relaxing week. Because after the past two weeks, I damn well deserve it. By default, I’m in charge…