It's been a hot minute...

Hello, all!

It HAS been a hot minute and by that I mean I didn't update this because it was actually pleasantly warm here in Portland (sunshine and everything!) and I was doing things with my day.

What kind of things? Well... I went... I did... I met.... mostly overeating and exploring cafés.

On Valentine's day I went to a groovy café in the foodie part of town (one of the MANY) and enjoyed a spicy salad and some kale and pasta in a café that boasted an open hearth by it's booths. It wasn't lying; they were turning a pig on a spit the whole time I ate.

And I've done a lot of people watching this week (sadly, not with the forethought of a camera) and noticed a phenomenon I'd love to have explained. 

This, is what happens to my hair (if not made wet and allowed to air dry with product every 10 hours):

You're welcome.

And yet, every hipster and hobo in Portlandia manages to keep their hair perfectly coiffed and up-to-date with the faddish cuts (okay, not the hobos and hippies, but the hipsters for sure).

I don't understand the magic happening here, but I'm about to start street interviews with strangers.

I saw this Valentine's themed graffiti (don't worry, I will claim it on dentistry holidays too) on the back of a local karaoke dive. 

This was from the pig-roasting fire pit café (a.k.a. Jo Bar; Part of Papa Haydn).

And this stone tribute to Woman's Best Friend, which is so large I could sit on it and not have my feet touch the ground (but if I did, I couldn't have taken a picture), is just chilling on the sidewalk by the mall with absolutely no placard or sign. I'm not sure if the city put it there. 

Even the cats here are cool.

Sheesh.