waffles and welders

We had such a nice very-long-weekend style visit with Sam and Austin last week!

Sam's trip peaked near the outset: they arrived on Wednesday afternoon, and at a Wednesday evening concert he ran into Fred Armisen, who said hi. Now he can tell his friends that he came to Portland and was basically in a Portlandia skit. There was even an element of fundamental absurdity in the form of oddly spastic, related but unmatching dancers right in front of them at the concert. Way to exceed expectations, Portland.

We made sure they ate well, given our constraints of a preschooler and a baby: pizza at Apizza Scholls, fish sauce wings from Pok Pok, and near-daily trips to the Waffle Window where they tasted Oregon's own marionberry for the first time. Apparently Sam loves waffles. And Lucy loves waffles and bacon, and I love walking down the street for breakfast.

We went to the coast where Sam and Lucy buried each other and Austin and Shaggy found Aerobie nirvana, and we went to Hood River and had sand blown in our face.

There was also homemade beer and a lot of ice cream.

We missed Wendell and Jordan, but hopefully made a convincing case that there has to be a next time.