Thursday, July 23, 2009
2 nights ago my sister and I decided to head downtown because I wanted to check out a few things at my wedding venue and take some photos. It was about 100 degrees outside, so after I was finished we took a walk along the Willamette River which runs right through the middle of town. I love walking along the waterfront. There are paved paths that run along both the East and West sides of the river and are pretty much always packed with people - especially on such nice evenings.
Portland is sometimes known as "Bridge City" due to the 8 bridges that connect the East and West sides. The picture above is of what we call the Steel Bridge and it is my favorite in the city. It is the only double deck bridge with independent lifts in the entire world and the second oldest vertical lift bridge in North America. While all those facts are cool, I mostly just like the way it looks against the skyline, especially when the big ships come through and they raise the entire bridge.
Yes, yes - we do love our waterfront. It is also often the place for big events, rallies and music festivals.
This is what it looked like when the then campaigning President Obama came to speak. Over 75,000 people showed up and it was one of the largest campaign crowds during the entire election season. My fiance, Dan, and I decided that day that we were too tired to get up in time and ended up going shopping instead. Idiots.
I don't care which side of the political tracks you lay, he is our first black president and that is something for the history books and missing a chance to see him speak was not one of our finest moments.
We make ourselves feel better about it by saying that we were, at that point, working 13 hour days, 6 days a week and needed our sleep. Lame, I know.
Anyway, we had a lovely time taking in this beautiful city. In fact, it was even capped off nicely when, while we were taking photos, some drunk street kids decided to scream at us for no reason and call us, and I quote, "HOOKERS!!!"
I don't think I have ever really been called that before. What was even more perplexing was the fact that I was wearing a long black dress that went to the ground. Perhaps had they shouted, "AMISH!!!" it would have been more appropriate.
I chose to ignore them. My sister, on the other hand, chose to say, "Correct me if I am mistaken, but are those ALL of your belongings in that shopping cart?"
They didn't hear her, thankfully, but you can always count on a Stott to get in the last word. Again, not one of our finest qualities.
Alright - over and out. Enjoy your day, you little lovelies.