Productive weekend

There's a heat wave on in Portland. The temperature is pushing 90, and I'm hiding in my air conditioned house.

Yesterday, we managed to sell both the couch and the set of chairs that have been gathering dust for ages. The living room looks oddly sparse without a big black couch in the corner, but soon there will be a vintage sideboard nestled in that space.

After the sale of our furniture, Bobby and I joined Holly at the Hollywood Theater for a showing of Midnight in Paris, which I loved. Obviously. Who knew Owen Wilson was a decent actor? Also the line about antibiotics is such a Woody Allenism. Ms. W, I apologize we couldn't see it together. Alas, it's well into the second-run theaters by now.

Holly insisted we keep the party going at the Wishing Well, where Kelly and Mark and Ethan would be singing karaoke. Anyone who knows me knows I can't pass up karaoke, so off we went to NoPo. I'd intended to sing one song and call it a night, but that's not what happened. I decided to try a Fiona Apple song first. Specifically this one:



Bobby, who wasn't planning to sing, decided to give it a whirl. He chose the True Blood theme song, and there was much squealing from me.

We ran through several more songs, and being my mother's child, I made friends with the handful of other people hanging around the bar. One lady liked our little group so much that she decided to pay for our drinks. I wanted to go to Burgerville on the way home, but they were closed. BOO. I probably didn't need a burger and fries at midnight anyway, but it sure sounded like an awesome idea at the time.

At the time of this writing, we are prepping for our True Blood season finale party. It may only be attended by the usual suspects (Conor, Jonathan, and recent additions Breylan and Candace), but that crowd definitely makes a party.