Good weekend

I gotta say, as of 9:45 on a Saturday night, this weekend has shaped up to be about as nice as a normal weekend can be. Friday night Dave kept Anneke while I went to a party. It was hosted by Frank and Been, who have always thrown great parties, and who have a newly remodeled house on Mt. Tabor with stunning views of the city. More importantly, though, I got to hang out with so many old friends--this is the group of friends who helped me really feel at home in Portland when I moved here nine years
ago.

THEN this morning Dave made oatmeal waffles. I mean, enough said.

THEN the three of us went to our favorite Asian supermarket, Fubonn. We strolled the aisles and picked up our usual Southeast Asian staples, plus some weird candy and soft drinks. We weighed the pros and cons of picking up some parrotfish from the seafood section (pro: parrotfish is cool; con: not sure if it comes from some evil overfishing outfit). We had lunch at Tan Dinh Vietnamese Deli, where the specialty is Vietnamese crepes topped with all manner of strange and yummy ingredients.

My day was capped off at my friend Emma's house, where we sat in her backyard and had a fine dirt-dishing/beer-drinking session. When I reluctantly left her house the early evening light made the city look like it was coated in honey. And when I arrived home Dave had Anneke fed and commented that, in reference to caring for the babe and getting anything else done, he will never question my time management skills again.

Oh, and Dave and I listened to a podcast for this show together, and they played our song--the one we danced to at our wedding.

(As I re-read this it kind of seems like a Stuff White People Like version of that Ice Cube song about not needing to use his A.K. Which is a very Stuff White People Like reference.)

At any rate, I feel very, very lucky and grateful for my family and for my friends, and for beautiful, late-summer weekends.