AND THEY RAN AND RAN AND RAN.

To where? Portland. Pour qoi? To escape our mundane, ho-hum, permanently acadamicaly intertwined lives or boredom and torture.

AKA: ...Our two year anniversary.

We had fun. It was really nice to be able to get away. I, personally also had the advantage of spending a work and school free day in Sacramento, catching up with an itty bitty handful of friends. But friends, nonetheless. For someone who has always abhorred company and adored solitude, I shock myself with my need for social activity of late. But to reason the notion, I am completely isolated, am scolded or humiliated by those I DO interact with and otherwise lead a totally miserable life, beginning August 20-something and hopefully ending December 14th.. along with my school semester. Perhaps if I TRIED in school (rather than typing up this diddy of blog...) I would be less depressing when describing the wonderful world of law school. Since this voluntary torture involving little effort, a lot of depression and many failing grades, I have craved my old life. My old life meaning: Sacramento, an odds and ends collection of friends, familiar shops, routines, a lovely work environment and much higher gross pay, though not hourly. If only.

But I digress.

Back to Portland. The land of strip clubs and trolls ( aka homeless people) and shows advertising "FEMALE IMPERSONATORS!!!", and doughnut shops happily advertising, " The magic's in the HOLE!". They too were situation next to a strip club. Despite the obvious land and population of Demmi's David & I had fun. It was romantic and intimate. We had a great ( bank-breaking) dinner complete with Titanticesque ( aka Edwardian Era) decor and fancy outfits for us both. Twinkle lights adorned every street off Pioneer Square and Christmas trees were in the process of assembly. It was lovely. Although we ran out of things to do once deprived of our hotel suite ( hee, hee) and the rain chased us up and down every street in search of lunch, I still would have liked more time together, more vacation time in general, and a longer sense of escape from my current dismal reality.
I am saying PHEW! to myself because my browser closed before I posted this! But it "recovered" most of my post by digging through my internet history and pushing a little button on the Blogger site. Again I say, PHEW!

Now, as Davy is quite opposed to photography, and even more opposed to any reference to himself on the internet, I decided that in order to preserve our lovely romantic trip I would have t simply grab the hand of the fellow walking alongside me, set up some portraits with a timer, much to the fellow's chagrin, and then to protect his identity as I did not obtain a photo-release, I have hearted out his face. :) Hee Hee.