It was a tight one but ultimately the Democratic Senate Candidate, Jeff Merkley, unseated the bigoted Mormon Rethuglican Senator Gordon Smith in Oregon.
Fuck you very much LDS for all you did to defeat Prop. 8 in California. Consider this our little gift in return. We’ll be back….Gordon wont’!
We made it in to town about 7:00 Thursday night and spent the evening settling into the loft we’re renting for the next week. Here’s the view from the 28th floor balcony.
Of course we had to grab a slice of pizza before heading out on the town for a few hours. We ended up at Don’t Tell Mama’s, a fun little piano bar, and had a great time chatting up the locals. We were still on Left Coast time so we decided to head out about midnight or we’d have been there until 4:00 and hated ourselves this morning when we were to meet up with the boys we missed last fall in Boston.
Although Mark loves the subway system here, he still doesn’t quite have it figured out….
…actually, he really does love the subway and we always have a good time checking out the various stations. We also get to check out more than our fair share of stations since we usually miss our stop and end up traveling to parts unknown. Last night it was Brooklyn where we realized our mistake and jumped off the train to find there were no trains heading back to Manhattan. We were forced to wait for another train, take it to the next Brooklyn station and then double back to Downtown. Not fun when you’ve had a few drinks and there are no bathrooms in site, but we made it home without any accidents.
Today we had our first mini-event meeting Tony, Tater, RG, Stache and Father Tony for lunch. The food was wonderful and the company even better! With all those handsome men around, I felt like the luckiest gurl in town. Of course I was too dumbfounded to pull out my camera so I only have this one shot…
…but you get the idea.
It was a nice way to kick off the weekend and should make tonight’s ‘meet and greet’ a bit easier. So it’s off to find a little dinner and then up to meet the rest of the gang. I’ll be sure to document this event a little better.
It’s been a busy couple of days since the house guests left, putting the house back in order, cleaning up the loose ends at work, and ironing out the details for our trip to NYC.
We leave Thursday morning and I’m beginning to feel a bit anxious. This trip was originally planned as a small gathering of those bloggers that had, or tried, to make it to the Boston gathering last fall. Now, it’s been rolled into the annual NYC gathering which historically has been a fairly large group. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely looking forward to meeting these folks, but I’m a little uneasy in large groups of people I don’t, or barely, know.
It takes me a little time to feel comfortable in these situations, kind of like accompanying a spouse to a work gathering, so I live by the rule: “take your own party”. Mark will be with me and he’s one of the most social people I’ve ever met yet even he’s admitted to a little anxiety but, he’s my party, so I’m sure we’ll have a good time. Better yet, Tony and Tate will be there and we’ll be meeting them for lunch before the main event and that will add to “our party”. So, for now, I’m busying myself with the usual travel preparations and trying not to think beyond our lunch with the gurrrls. I feel I know them well enough that we’ll fall into comfortable camaraderie in no time.
And…if I don’t feel comfortable after the meet and greet that night…I won’t have any trouble finding something to do for the next four days. After all…it’s hard to be bored in NYC.
My, oh my, where has the time gone? Losing my assistant has had quite an affect on my time at the office and the time I spend at the office. I’m lucky to get a lunch these days, which is when I’d usually catch up on my blogroll and maybe draft a post. Now it’s all work and no play, and they’re right…I’m quite the dull boy.
Fortunately that’s all going to change soon because exactly three weeks from today Mark and I will be on a plane for New York to attend this:
We were supposed to fly to Boston last fall for a blogger gathering arranged by Evilganome but the long awaited building of our woodshed got in the way and I begged off until the next get-together. Yeah, I took a lot of flack for that but my skin is thick and my word is good so it’s off to NYC.
I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to this event. Not only will I finally get to meet the Ganome and Tater and Eric, but I hear Homer will be there too. Of course the regular New York suspects will be in attendance and it will be nice to meet a few of those on my blogroll like Joe, Father Tony and possibly (hopefully) Helen! Of course, with my sorry posting history of late I may be shunned, but I’m buying the t-shirt anyway and I’ll just hang on the fringe and pretend to be part of the gang.
And, as added bonus, we’ll get to spend some time with our dear friend Rita who kindly let us stay at her place for two weeks on our last visit. She was in France and returned the same day we left so Rita, dinner’s on us!
Now, if only I could get Doug and Spo to make the journey.
…but you knew that. I’m not talking about that though…I’m talking about Portland’s LGBTQ history. Local PDX blogger and seamstress extraordinaire, Lelo in NoPo, sent me this quiz.
In an attempt to retain my gay card during the sports heavy fall, I’ve succumbed to the requests of some colleagues and joined the Neurotrans-Knitters. Yes, I know…that’s soooo gay! I myself have informed many a friend, upon hearing they knit, just how gay it really is.
Wanna know what’s even more gay? I was splitting wood yesterday afternoon (after having spent the previous 2 hours knitting and watching tennis) and a song popped into my head. I couldn’t resist singing it aloud for Mark…“Knit-a-little, split-a-little, knit-a-little, split-a-little, knit, knit, split” and he did…he split…he turned on a dime and walked away while muttering under his breath…”that is soooo gay”.
Between the knitting and creating new lyrics for old show tunes I should have a good year or two of watching sports and happily not listening to Madonna and Cher before I have to worry about my gay card again.
I’m just sayin’.