Right now, I'm sitting in my hotel room, watching The Conjuring, packing for the next hotel stay and wondering which travel dress is the cleanest for tomorrow's visit. Clearly, living the glamorous life...
It's week four and I'll be honest. I.am.feeling.it.
Road weary.
I feel like it always happens about a third of the way through the season. You realize you've already come so far....but you still have so many more weeks to go. You get overwhelmed. You panic a bit. You begin to question your life decisions. But instead of spending the night whining....I try to spend the night wine-ing. With friends. Because that's really the only way to get through it.
You count your blessings as you sip your wine glasses and pretty soon, you forget that you're exhauseted and lose the longing for your own bed. And you say to yourself...
"This ain't so bad."
It may be the alcohol**. But more likely it's because the company you're keeping is making you laugh so hard, you can't help but forget your troubles (come on get happy...)
I started the week off in Idaho with this group:
I haven't spent much time in Boise, so I took an hour before our group dinner to peruse the downtown. Other then being incredibly hot, it was a cute little area. I always judge a city by their bookstores and their coffee shops. Boise had a great little independent store.
After the fair, a few of us walked over to the famous BSU football field. It sure was blue.
After a dash to the airport, I ended up in Portland. Another west coast city I haven't gotten to know too well.
I really liked the downtown. It was totally walkable and is home to Voodoo Doughnuts. Quite possibly, the most intense doughnut experience I've ever had. As you walk in, all you can smell is dough and sugar and possibly diabetes.
I don't even really like doughnuts, and I'm technically not supposed to eat them since they are filled with gluten. But they are famous and have been featured on television. And you know how I love to pretend to be trendy.
So I went to grab a box for my family and tried one myself. I was more overwhelmed by the choices and in fear of having a panic attack, I told the cashier that I needed 12 doughnuts. Stat. I didn't care what they were as long as they didn't throw the penis shaped one in there because there would be children present upon eating.
And I didn't want to be responsible for giving them some sort of food complex.
I'm sort of disgusted to look at that box.
But you only live once right?
Down the street from Voodoo is Powell bookstore. Quite possibly the biggest book store I've ever been to. I was completely overwhelmed (may have been an aftershock from the doughnut experience) but I loved that place. I ended up getting one of Gillian Flynn's books because it was on sale and I was in OR.
The land of no sales tax.
State tally: 10.
** I don't condone drinking your sorrows away. However, with a good bottle of Malbec by your side, you can get through anything.
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