I’ll explain later…
Last night was one of those nights with friends that makes you almost feel sad afterwards because you know you could never recreate a night exactly like it ever again. The drinks were just right, doughnuts were ingested, and there was a beer bottle blowin’ concert near night’s end.
We kicked things off at happy hour
Caitlin’s friend Ken was visiting from out of town. It seemed only fitting that we take him to the establishment that my brother suggests is “the only redeeming thing about that hippie cesspool of a city” – Voodoo Doughnut!
Tori and I got in an argument about who would have a coffin full of doughnuts at her wedding. I think Tori wins, since she’s engaged. I’m not sure why we were so convinced that this coffin was meant for weddings… now that I’m looking at it, you can have a coffin filled with doughnuts for virtually ANY occasion. Birthdays on October 4th, for instance..
It was a fun night. A fun night indeed.
Peace, love, and patchouli – Portland Pollyanna