Last night we went to downtown Portland for a drink at a newish bar called Bettie Ford. It was fun, and did indeed have a vague hospital-ly type feel to it, with gauzy curtains hanging from the ceiling like in an ER, and the staff all had little crosses on their tight t-shirts.
I had a champagne type drink mixed with the bubbly stuff, vodka, lemon sorbet…yum.
After that we went on to the concert hall to catch Jimmy Scott and Pink Martini for the new year. It was terrific. The band played a song called “Eugene” which have enjoyed since the first time I saw them, though it hasn’t hit an album yet. There were several other totally new songs, and they counted down at Midnight and went in to “Auld Lang Syne” and then straight into “Brazil” with the Lions of Batacuda complete with dancing girls and feathers all onstage.
The ride home was as er, fun as I thought it would be. Free public trans is great, drunk morons are not. It wasn’t that bad, and could have been a lot worse, but man…humans are so dumb. Getting too drunk sucks. Why on earth do it?
I should have some new photos today of new beads I made yesterday. There’s big wind flying around today, and it’s grey out. I might go for a walk, and later I am making split pea soup with the hambone leftover from Christmas.
Happy New Year!