I don't even know where to start.
I lost $6. Turns out my years of hanging out with horses does nothing for me in the high class world that is Portland Meadows.
We created a new shot. It needs a name. It involves whiskey, real maple syrup and a bacon chaser.
I went to Broder for the first time. I'm guessing that means brother in Swedish, but it's definitely a guess. I had the smoked trout puff pastry thing with a baked apple. Rian got the greens as a side. Not recommended. I seriously think it was steamed lettuce. I do highly recommend the restaurant in general. And the plus is that now that I am old I wake up really early. We were there before the rush. We didn't have to wait on the sidewalk and sip cold coffee. I just walked in, sat down at an open table by the window and sipped hot coffee until Rian arrived. That was also a first.
We went to Mt. Tabor. Yes. That's a first for me. It's kind of shocking. I'm not sure why. I don't have a good excuse.
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sorry I didn't make it to the derby, I was drifting in and out of a food coma all weekend and socially worthless. I really wanted to lose some money and become huy chinaski. I am going to build a soap box derby racer and bomb tabor sometime (outside of the annual race).
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