I'm glad to finally take a moment to sit down at the computer and share my wonderful girls' weekend in Oregon. This is year number 3 that we have made this weekend happen. Three years! Three Decembers that I have now been in Las Vegas and I love having this weekend to look forward to. I know that it is something we ALL look forward too. The group texts usually start appearing in mid-October . . .
- I bought a few things today to wear on our girls weekend. Clearly I'm not excited at ALL.
- I'm ready to declare tomorrow December 5th and get this party started. Can we do that?
- and on and on . . .
This year we upped our game and planned out the whole weekend and filled it with so many fun things.
We stayed in a 2-bedroom suite overlooking Lake Oswego. Yay, for a great home base for late night talks.
We visited Pittock Mansion (so beautiful! I may have to share an entire post with photos from that place), Powell's Books, and downtown Portland
We ate at the Portland City Grill on the 30th floor of the US Bank tower, Henry's Tavern, St. Honore Patisserie Boulangerie, Papa Haydn and Beesaw's on NW 23rd, and Chipotle.
We got pedicures, picked up ice cream from the grocery store for a late night treat, got a little crafty with glitter, shopped around Lake Oswego, donned green Masks of Magnaminty from LUSH, and did our traditional Christmas gift exchange.
But, as I told the girls before leaving on Sunday, my most favorite part of these trips is all of the little stories that get added to our friendship. I'm talking about the silly tidbits, quotes, and random happenings that get added to the story we all share.
And those things are important. It's important to have these opportunities to build upon our friendship . . . savoring the old and gathering the new.
Stories like . . .
The month before our trip we all read The Language of Flowers just to have an extra little thing to discuss one evening. We all loved it. The combination of the bitter and the sweet, the past and the present . . . what a wonderfully woven story! Anyways, a flower shop named Bloom is at the center of the story. Well, there just happened to be a flower shop named Bloom a few blocks from our hotel. Of course we had to visit! And bring a copy of the book. And bug the ladies working there (they had not read the book). And visit the floral designer upstairs (she had read the book).
With hawk like eyes, stealthy moves, and a high school connection (Nicole!) we scored this window booth at the Portland City Grill. So much better than squeezing 5 of us around a tiny cocktail table. Happy hour food & soda all around! Because that's how a bunch of Mormon moms party in the city.
When they offer a deluxe pedicure you say, Yes! Salt scrub, hot towels, paraffin wax, and an extra long massage.
We had just arrived at the Pittock Mansion when we happened upon this cute couple leaving the mansion. Jenn (in her awesomely innocent & people-friendly way) asked "Are you Santa?" Why yes I am. He pulled out his wallet and showed us his Santa ID card. And then our eyes lit up and we all smiled like 8 year old girls and asked to take our picture with him.
Love the group texts and especially love reading them later out of context. We get really excited about bathrooms. And Santa.
The Santa above must have been ending his shift, because once inside we came across another Santa. And um, let's just say that this Santa had a tight grip. See below
As we only do this once a year there was a lot of picture taking happening . . . This photo makes me smile from ear to ear! Because that's pretty much how it was!
We are so happy that Jenn finally got a smart phone too! I think she is loving it.
As creepy/friendly as Santa was, we still had to take the opportunity to sit on his lap for a photo.
Jenn was fascinated by the pickle ornament on the tree in the lobby of the US Bank tower. We'll just leave it at that.
We stopped a man with a dog outside the mansion and asked him to take our photo. Well, we didn't realize that we were in for a posing lesson! First he asked if we were princesses, and said he would only take our photo if we were princesses. Then with a lot of flair/flirting he instructed us on the best way to stand and that you should always angle your head so only one ear is showing. Every time we took a photo the rest of the weekend we reminded each other, "one ear!"
A few other randoms:
Sheila's 90's bangs . . . $1 showing of Home Alone at the tiny theater next door . . . Todd at Chipotle . . . "glitter is the STD of the craft world" . . . Tenzi . . . that crazy parking lot at Powell's . . . creepy dolls at the Pittock Mansion . . . Paige's rain sound machine and making a beeline to the bathroom in the morning . . . . going into Target for just one thing (because a girls' weekend isn't complete without a trip to Target) . . . Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera.
With all those click, click, clicks we would smile and exclaim, we are so cute! Not because we're vain - heavens, no. But because every photo just oozed that happiness, joy, and delight that comes when you spend time with people you love! You can't help but look and feel cute!
I count these friendships as one of the dearest things in my life. Thanks girls for listening, making me laugh, for encouraging & supporting, for loyalty, for sharing your bits & pieces, for making time . . . for all of it. Love ya.