Hardest part of the vacation so far: finishing this week's Idol entry, which was an intersection (worst possible week ever) happening while I'm changing cities every few days, visiting family, and out and about every day except for morning and late at night. The news hit late on Friday, with our trip to Portland happening the next day. Once I leave my parents' house, I have zero alone time. Everyone is crammed into the same hotel room (with the TV and my son, the chatterbox), and it would be hard enough to write under those circumstances. But the intercommunication with the partner is much harder when both of you are busy. I finally had my chance to team up with the fantastic lrig_rorrim, and it had to be this weekend! Plus, she's also traveling and visiting with another Idol friend, so everyone's vacation is being overshadowed by this. I was up until 1:30 on Monday night, with my husband getting up at 6:30 the next day. Gah. Well, my story for the week is here, with a link to my partner's. Your support is always appreciated!
Portland, Part 1: Saturday Market, Powell's Books (and a list of things to check out from the library, including Sandman Slim and School's Out Forever), John's Incredible Pizza Place (too much buffet. God, where is the willpower?), and our daughter mainlining multiple seasons of Grey's Anatomy via Netflix. I ran at Tryon Creek for the first time in two years, and paid for it with sore quads for three days. But totally worth it. Much visiting with my older sister and a wonderful niece (the other sister and the rest of her family were out of town).
Seattle: A different niece was our tour guide. Went to the Public Market, the Sculpture Park, the Museum of Flight (3 hours, and we barely made it out of the Space part, which was geektastic), rode the ferry, ate salmon and special local ice cream. Today, we went to Archie McPhee's, where I bought Narwahl Horn Mints, lemon Fizzies (no orange or root beer, boo), and Pop Rocks... but not the inflatable Cthulhu beard or any bacon-flavored products, tempting though they were. Getting to McPhee's was a GPS disaster that cost us half an hour (we missed the left turn that was about a 145o backturn, and it didn't recalibrate. It just kept leading us astray). Going from McPhee's to downtown was a new disaster—out Aurora, which became Highway 99, but you couldn't get off where the GPS recommended. We wound up going over the bridge to West Seattle, where the GPS finally resorted to "Make a U-turn" (on the expressway!). Burned another half-hour of misdirected driving there. Result: went to the Space Needle, but discovered we were out of time to wait for and take the tour. Plus... about $90 for a family of 4 to do that. Holy crap. Left Seattle for Portland, but the drive still took over 4 hours thanks to slow traffic.
Back to Eugene late tomorrow, where the duller part of the vacation begins. But it means a lot to my parents, so that's what really counts. They're both 86.
GPS foul-ups aside, I do like the entertainment factor of how it mispronounces things. Beavercreek became 'Bevvercreek,' Terwilliger was 'Terwiyilazher' (like, half-French with a yodel in the middle), and Aurora had a double yodel. Lake+anything is always iffy if it's one long word, because half the time the GPS winds up saying "lacka" for the 'lake' part. Technology! Not always as technical as you might think. o_O