JE NE SUIS PAS HIPSTER.

Last night we stayed up a little past our bedtime. When you are with blood, bonds are never broken. Even when many years pass, the connection still remains. Blood is thicker than water, so they say. After a few drinks and much conversation, I retired to my chambers. Last night my sleeping space was my trusty blow-up mattress, which is much more comfortable than people assume. The living room could not block the brightness of the rising sun. Nature never fails to get my ass up. 

The morning was mine, and I put it to good use. While Collin and Leah slept in, I chilled on the balcony with a pippin' cup of joe. The sight was spectacular, stellar, superb, and stunning. For about three hours, I was able to work on vital assignments. When everyone else crawled out of bed, we went for some coffee. I ordered the espresso and was deeply disappointed. Rather than savoring each succulent sip, I shot it down the shoot. The search continues. With more energy in our system, we headed to our next destination. 

Lower Macleay Park was where we initiated our hike. The trail was basically in Leah's backyard. This forest was for real. Whilst willingly wandering within these wild woods, one's wit is welcomed. The foliage was fitting for the Pacific Northwest. Great green moss and tall tower-like pines filled the forest. Surely a sight to see. After five miles of hiking and almost one thousand feet of elevation gain, we decided to reward ourselves. Our prize? Beer, of course! We ended up at Stormbreakers, a brewery in the St. Johns neighborhood, north of town. My pre-set is to order whichever IPA is most popular. Today, I traded in the hops for a rich and creamy oat milk stout. We shared some nachos and fries for proper nourishment. 

Collin had recently acquired a record player, and we had to stop at a record shop. I enjoyed sorting through the disks, but I use Spotify for my music consumption. Speaking of music, I need good album suggestions. My personal playlists are extensive, but I am already getting sick of them. Please post any must listen to albums of any genre. Music is my muse while biking these long days. Follow me on Spotify here. 

Our next destination was the grocery store. Last night's meal must have been adequate because they wanted me to cook again. Especially if someone is buying the ingredients, I cannot deny this request. You are purchasing my practice, and you might just get an edible meal out of it. We collected various items and returned to the apartment. Upon arrival, I created a sufficient cheese and meat platter, and Collin paired some wine. I wanted to be a clean chef while cooking, so I took a quick shower before I commenced. 

On our plate tonight, we had honey-roasted salmon encased by thinly sliced eggplant. It was accompanied by sauteed radishes, green shallots, and parsley. C'était très délicieux. The flavor train had not quite arrived at the station, for we had dessert. Leah provided a precious port from Portugal. This dessert wine paired with a salty chocolate tart was indescribable. The flavor was freakin' fabulous. My palate was properly pleased, to say the least. It was gluttony at its finest. Every bite was savored because I knew my fate. We ended the night nodding off to the show Portlandia. What a proper Portland day.