Portland: interruption for day four

My attempts to resist PST have failed. I have succumbed. I am merely an hour away from assimilating totally into the Portland time zone. I am a job, two years, and housing away from the city itself... but why sweat the details? :)

Walking around the Pearl District was an excellent way to reassure myself that yes, the nanny market is vibrant in almost every community. We had sushi for fifty percent off. I had the largest avocado rolls I'd ever seen and flirted with Nicole, pleasantly buzzed from my new favorite form of alcohol, hot sake. It tastes like bread and once I swallowed it correctly and it hit the right part of my tongue and I didn't grimace. Kyung-Ah had the spider rolls, which looked the part, and Nicole had this crazy roll that had a raw egg in the middle of imitation crab meat, which looked like the eyeball from Lord of the Rings.

Before that, we went to the Portland Aveda Institute and got facials. It was amazing. I incorrectly assumed that getting a facial involved someone putting on a mask, letting it sit, and then taking it off. Nope. From the moment I was told that we were doing aromatherapy, I knew that I was in for a thirty-dollar treat. My therapist was extremely nice and loved my salmon colored coat I picked up on SE Belmont for twenty bucks. It was lovely. The space was awesome; concrete floors, a huge staircase to the main level, long gray curtains separating each of the spaces into little rooms. I had a little hitch when I tried to pay; turns out that I had left my debit card and taken my school pass instead. But my sister gave me the number to the card and all was well. The girl who had rung me up had a nice tattoo of a pumpkin on her back, curving up to her shoulder, which she said she had paid ten dollars for since her friend is a tattoo artist. All of the girls were extremely good-looking and I have decided I should attempt to live near there so I can lure them to dinner with me. Perhaps I should frequent the one in Atlanta as well.

We are going to the Paradox Cafe for the last time tomorrow. I am extremely excited to eat their vegan French Toast again. I had the basil pesto and bruschetta veggie burger today, and it tasted even better than it sounds.

Note to self: learn to cook.