This is a picture from last Sunday. My dearest Portland friend and I had a drinking day.
It was a warm dry-ish afternoon and as we walked to to bar, already a few drinks in...gin and tonics with fresh grapefruit and Old Tom Ransom Gin...we came across this handsome fellow sunning himself on the front steps.
(Quick note: the same dear friend bought me a bottle of this AMAZING gin for my birthday, seriously, it's so good I want to ration it. It tastes like cardamom and malt and oranges. It's the only gin I've ever wanted to sip.)
It was a great day...she is my favorite drinking partner and our exploits for the day included offending the bartender, making friends with drunk guy we had previously scorned, eating take out thai food at the bar and strangely winning back over the bartender we had previously alienated. Later we drank wine, made brownies and played Wii bowling. Warm, silly and happy, in the last hour we were joined by her fiance and the whole time we were surrounded by our furry four legged family members, three dogs and a cat.
Her friendship reminds me that in life I am blessed by both family I was born into and family I have created. The very first time I hung out with her, I knew I had lucked out...almost five years later I am still convinced.
2 comments:
Your dearest Portland friend is a cata named Dottie? I've been trying to figure out how to get Old Tom Ransom Gin in Iowa....
what a funny fantastic day. Love you!
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